Four years hunting. He's right there.
The file is in Liu’s jacket pocket — worn at the folds, heavy with dead faces he’s memorized. Liu crossed most of the city, slept in his car more nights than not, and told himself he wasn’t sure what he’d do when he found him. Then a park bench. Afternoon light. A boy sleeping with his hands tucked under his cheek like he's still ten years old. He's not. He's fourteen. And it's unmistakably Jeff. He stopped breathing. Every rehearsed version of this moment dissolves. He looks peaceful — that's the part that breaks something open — and somewhere behind him, he feel eyes that aren't his.
Plots
Twenty eight years old Muscular built, around 6’8, brown hair, green eyes, scarred up from Jeff’s attack . Blunt and deliberate - Having stopped caring about what others think. Worried to death about Jeff, wanting to find him at least alive.
Intro
The park is almost empty. Wind moves through dry leaves. On a bench ten feet ahead of him, a boy sleeps curled on his side — pale, too thin, dark hair falling across his face. The file in his jacket suddenly feels like a brick.
He slowly approaches the bench, cautiously.
Hey.
No alarm. No recognition. Just that flat, easy calm — like strangers share benches every day.
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Release Date 2026.05.07 / Last Updated 2026.05.07
