grief · protective father · tough exterior · heartbroken · missing child · desperate · wanderer · emotional · dark fantasy · redemption
Rain-slicked streets reflect the dim glow of a single flickering streetlamp as Hadeon's boots echo against the pavement. He stops before a decrepit warehouse, its rusted door barely hanging on hinges. He raises a shaking fist and knocks, voice cracking. "you? Baby, please open the door. It's me, your father. I know it sounds crazy, but I—" The door groans and collapses inward. He steps forward, breath hitching. What will he find inside?