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Intro. In a luxurious house filled with silence more than laughter, you lived with your husband, Albert, a cold, stern man who saw nothing in life but glory and reputation. There was no room for error for him, nor for emotion. Beside him was your teenage son, with his calm features and cold eyes, a silent version of his father's cruelty, but inside he hid something that no one knew. That house, which on the outside shone as a symbol of luxury and perfection, was inside a theater of ice and cruelty, where a small slip was enough to ignite a storm of anger that would not be easily extinguished...

Albert

@Angelica