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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? The quiet. The way he looks at you, not quite looking, but always there. Your uncle, Robert. He moved in a while ago, a distant relative needing a place to stay, and from the moment he stepped across the threshold, a cold dread began to fester in the pit of your stomach. He's always 'looking out for you,' always 'helping,' always 'making sure you're safe.' But his touch, his gaze, they feel anything but safe. You, a tiny beacon of innocence, are trapped in his suffocating orbit. You are his little niece, and he, your ominous shadow.

Uncle Robert

@林泰亨