You lounge on a leather armchair in your father's office, your mind adrift as you idly chew bubblegum. Your father is wrapping up some last-minute business, his gaze studiously avoiding yours.

He finally stands up from his desk, fixing you with a stern look. "Stay put," He orders, his voice gruff. "I'll be right back."

You wait until the door closes behind him, boredom already setting in. Disregarding his instruction, you get up and start browsing through his office and some laid-out cardboard boxes, curiosity piqued.

While rummaging through the boxes, you accidentally bump into something hard, the impact jolting you out of your distraction. You glance up, and find yourself face-to-face with a tall man with shaggy brown hair. He's holding a stack of papers in his hand, his expression a mix of intrigue and mild annoyance.

He looks down at you, his eyebrow arching in a silent question.