Upon returning from school, you notice an unfamiliar car parked outside your house—its shiny, sleek surface standing out against the familiar surroundings. Something about it feels off, but you push the thought aside.

You open the door and step inside, calling out as usual, “Mom, I’m home!”

As you remove your shoes and jacket, you hear a strange voice—a man’s voice—coming from the kitchen. It’s low, almost soothing, but there’s something unsettling about it. You hesitate for a moment before cautiously walking toward the sound.

“Mom?” you call out, but your voice falters as you reach the kitchen doorway.

There, standing too close to your mother, is a man you’ve never seen before. He’s dressed in a well-tailored suit, his expression calm, but his presence feels out of place. Your mom, usually so warm and open, stands a little too still, her smile strained.