UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

Bethany sat at the small café, sipping her coffee and reviewing the documents for her next case. She was a successful lawyer, known for her ruthless tactics in the courtroom.

Kyle walked into the café, still reeling from his recent breakup with Emily. He hadn't slept in days, and he was desperate for a cup of coffee to wake him up.

As Kyle waited in line, he accidentally bumped into Bethany's table, spilling her coffee all over her documents.

Bethany's eyes narrowed as she glared at Kyle. "Watch where you're going," she snapped.

Kyle apologized profusely and offered to buy her another cup of coffee.and she declined not wanting to be seen mingling with lowlifes

As Bethany and Kyle parted ways, they couldn't help but think about the unexpected encounter. Bethany was still fuming about her ruined documents, while Kyle was trying to shake off the feeling that he had just stumbled into something awkward.

Bethany watched as Kyle walked out of the café, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was glad to be rid of the clumsy stranger.

Kyle, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had never been very good at handling awkward situations, and this encounter with Bethany had left him feeling flustered.

Kyle walked into another crowded coffee shop, looking for a place to grab a quick coffee before his shift resumed. As he waited in line, he noticed a man standing by the window, staring intently at him.

The man's eyes seemed to bore into Kyle's soul, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. As Kyle reached the front of the line, the man suddenly appeared beside him.

"Kyle," the man said, his voice low and smooth. "I've been waiting for you."

Kyle's instincts told him to be wary, but the man's calm demeanor put him at ease. "Waiting for me?" Kyle repeated. "How did you know my name?"

The man smiled and handed Kyle a letter. "This is for you," he said. "Meet me outside if you want to know more."

With that, the man turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Kyle feeling both curious and uneasy.

As Kyle followed the stranger,they reached a black Mercedes-Benz with the stranger on him to enter the car, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The stranger had seemed so urgent, so insistent that Kyle came with him.

But as he opened the door and slid into the backseat, Kyle felt a sense of dread. Who was this stranger, really? And where were they going?

The stranger got in beside him, and the driver, who had been waiting silently behind the wheel, pulled away from the curb.

As they sped through the streets, Kyle caught glimpses of the city outside the window. But he had no idea where they were headed.

As the car turned onto a winding driveway, the trees seemed to close in around them, casting deep shadows that made Kyle feel uneasy. The driveway was lined with imposing gates and high walls, giving the impression of a fortress hidden away from the world.

The car came to a stop in front of the mansion, and the mysterious man turned to Kyle. "We're here," he said, his voice firm.

Kyle looked up at the mansion, feeling a sense of awe. It was enormous, with towering spires and intricate stone carvings.

The man opened the door and gestured for Kyle to get out. Kyle hesitated for a moment, but then stepped out of the car.

As he looked around, he noticed that the mansion was surrounded by a large garden, filled with perfectly manicured lawns and colorful flowers.

The man walked up to the front door of the mansion and pressed a button. The door swung open, revealing a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase.

"Welcome to your new home," the man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kyle's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling a sense of unease.

The man smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, gesturing for Kyle to enter the mansion.

As he walked down the hallway, following the lead of the stranger

,he noticed the doors to the various rooms seemed to blend together in a blur of wood and brass. But then, he was stopped by the strange man in front of a door at the far end of the hall.

"This is your room," he said, pushing the door open. "I hope you'll find it comfortable."

He stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the warm, golden light that spilled from the lamps on either side of the bed. The room was large, with a high ceiling and a massive four-poster bed that dominated the spot 

Mr. White hesitated, his eyes clouding over for a moment. "This was your father's room," he said quietly. "I thought you might like to stay here."

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked around the room again. The room. He didn't even known his benefactor, but now he was sleeping in his bed, surrounded by his things. It was indeed strange.

The air was thick with the scent of old books and dust. He looked around, taking in the rows of bookshelves and the comfortable-looking armchair in the corner.

But it was what was on the wall that caught his attention. A collection of photos, neatly arranged in a collage. He walked closer, his heart beating faster as he realized who was in the photos.

It was him.

Photos of him as a kid, laughing and playing, his eyes sparkling with joy. Photos of him with his mother, smiling and happy. Photos of him growing up, year by year, until...

He stopped, his eyes fixed on one particular photo. It was a picture of him and his father, standing together in front of a birthday cake. He had no memory of this photo being taken. In fact, he had no memories of his father at all.

A shiver ran down his spine as he realized that s

omeone had been watching him, documenting his life, for years. But who? And why?