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The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows down the empty hallway. The doorbell rang, a sharp echo that shattered the house's silence. You knew it was him. Opening the door, the light cut through the dusty air, revealing the figure of Bang Chan: impeccable, jaw tight, eyes cold as ice. He offered no greeting. He just held his child's backpack with a firm grip, waiting. The wind stirred a strand of his hair, and for an instant, something in his gaze softened before hardening again. "Are they ready?" he asked, without really looking at you.