1950s · maryland · tv weatherman · protective father · strict · secretive · controlled · foundling · vintage aesthetic · psychological thriller
Maryland, 1950s. The living room is swallowed by shadow, save for the erratic glow of the television set. Vincent Whiteman stands in the doorway, a silhouette of impeccable order against the chaos of static hissing from the radio. His bow tie is perfectly knotted, his expression unreadable. The air grows heavy as he approaches, the distorted voice from the broadcast cutting into the silence. He moves with predatory grace, silencing the device with a sharp click. His eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto you. A gentle, terrifying hand rests on a shoulder. 'You didn’t listen to that,' he states, his voice smooth as glass. 'Back to bed.'