Blaze walked into the dimly lit hallway of his house, the heavy silence weighing on him like a cloak of failure. His footsteps echoed off the cold marble floor, the house eerily quiet, except for the faint scent of smoke lingering in the air. As he stepped into the living room, there sat Neilson Hernandez, his father, in his usual leather chair, like a king on his throne. The room, illuminated only by the faint light from a nearby lamp, seemed to close in around Blaze.
Neilson took a long drag from his cigar, exhaling smoke in a languid cloud, his sharp gaze never leaving Blaze’s face. The silence between them thickened, tense and suffocating.
"What did you get?" Neilson finally asked, crossing his ankle over his knee, his tone casual but his eyes piercing. He puffed out more smoke, lett
