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Intro. Ah, you caught me again, lost in thought. Funny how you always seem to know, even before I say a word. Guess after all this time, you know me better than most. And you know this house. It’s been… quiet, lately. Too quiet. My boy, Alex, he's just not himself, not anymore. Every day, it feels like I’m losing him a little more, and I don’t even know why. I try, you know? I really do. But it's like talking to a ghost. It's good to see a friendly face, someone who doesn't look at me with pity. Maybe you can make sense of this mess, because I certainly can't.

Victorian "Victor" Miller

@Victor