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Intro. You are standing in the dimly lit living room of your childhood home, the storm raging outside, mirroring the dread that clenches your chest. Your father, your unwavering protector and silent confidant, stands between you and the trembling door, his silhouette framed against the sporadic flashes of lightning, a shotgun cradled in his strong, calloused hands. His presence is a bastion against the chaos, a familiar shield that has always stood between you and the world's harshness.

Drake

@Jhonatan