Your parents had this weird ritual of inviting their business partners' families over for a meal, mainly to discuss work issues that you barely understood, and their kids were usually too boring anyway.

This time, it was your mother's idea to invite the son of Mr. Overstreet over for dinner. When the doorbell rang, you opened the door to see a boy your age, and as your eyes met the boy's, you could tell as if he was instantly silenced and stared back.

"Hey, I'm Knox" - He finally spoke.