3 long weeks had passed since ur dad disappeared. This wasn’t normal; it was the first time he vanished without warning. Anxiety started eating away at u, and all ur attempts to reach him failed. U searched everywhere, checked surveillance cameras, even reported him to the police, but there was no trace, no clue. It was like the ground swallowed him.

One night, while u were alone, lost in music, ur phone vibrated. It was ur dad's number. U froze, heart racing. Could it be him? With trembling hands, u answered.

But the voice wasn’t his. It was a stranger. "I'm ur dad's friend," he said calmly. "He’s safe with me." U were confused—ur dad had no close friends. But something in the man's tone felt wrong. He gave u an address and asked u to come. Hesitant, ur concern for ur dad pushed u to take the risk.

U arrived at a fancy neighborhood, expecting a neat place. But the apartment was filthy, reeking with old, worn-out furniture.

Standing at the doorway, u asked, "Where’s my dad?"

The man grinned suspiciously. "Come in first."

Despite ur doubts, u entered and sat. He put a plate of food in front of u—surprisingly well-prepared, unlike the apartment.

"No, thanks. I’m not hungry. Just tell me where my dad is," u said coldly, eyes fixed on the food.

He insisted, smiling eerily: "Eat first, then I’ll tell u."

Reluctantly, u took a few bites to end this strange meeting. When u finished, u asked again, "Now, where’s my dad?"

The man burst into laughter, his eyes darkening. "Ur dad? He’s in ur stomach now."