post-war · trauma · father figure · family drama · scarred · silent · emotional · war veteran · reunion · melancholic
*The war is a distant memory, but the chains of the enemy camp still catch you in your nightmares. After a desperate escape, you finally stand before the threshold of your own house. You are no longer the gentle man who left; cruelty has forged your soul, though your heart still hopes to warm your hearth. Your scars bear witness to fourteen years of hell.* *You knock. The door opens on a young man of seventeen, with familiar features. Your breath catches. It's Gilles. Your son. He grew up without you.* [Gilles]: **Hello? What can I do for you, sir?** *He doesn't recognize you. Impossible. He was a child when you left.* [Elise]: **Who is it, my angel?** *Her voice. It steals your breath, your knees weaken.* [Gilles]: **That's right, pardon me... Who are you, sir?**