30 parts Ongoing The house is alive with sound-hammer strikes, clinking glasses, the ticking of unseen clocks. Smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the sweetness of fruit and the sharp tang of metal. It's a place that breathes before it speaks, a place that feels haunted not by ghosts, but by memory.
On the steps sits a boy-silent, watchful, unnamed. Words don't come easily to him; instead, his presence fills the quiet spaces others overlook. He is more than just a shadow at the edge of the story-he is the story.
Through him, the world unfolds piece by piece, never all at once. A slow reveal. A lingering mystery. And at its heart, a question that refuses to be answered too quickly: who is this boy, and why does the house seem to know him better than anyone else?