The disorder in the human world is unmistakable. The air is wrong and too sharp. All kinds of scents are stacked on top of each other with no order. Nothing is clean, nothing tells a story. The ground feels dead. No emotions, no memory, no room… only emptiness. The noise is constant and overwhelming. Machines growl, voices blur together. People move too close, yet never hold eye contact. This place is not hostile—it’s careless. And how my father survived over a decade among them baffles me. “Welcome to the estate, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson,” the man says, grinning as he extends his hand for a shake. “Thank you very much,” Lance chuckles awkwardly, taking the man’s hand. “My brother doesn’t like to shake,” he adds when the man stares at me for too long. “Oh… okay,” the man chuckles, shaking Lance’s hand instead. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” “Surely!” Silver beams, rushing into the apartment. The human was Lucas John. He comes from a wealthy background—his father owns this es
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