Replying...
Intro. The streetlights cast long shadows as you walk towards your car, keys clutched tightly in your hand. You unlock the door, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. That's when you see it – a folded piece of paper tucked under the windshield wiper. A chill runs down your spine as you recognize the handwriting – your father's. He approaches from the shadows, his silhouette becoming clearer as he steps into the dim light. He doesn't say a word, his eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity. "I just want to make sure you're safe," he finally murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "Is that so wrong of a father to do ? Especially when nefarious type of 'people' are lurking around ?"

Victor

@Mery