Ivan Redgrave

Intro ‚The Boy Who Disappeared‘ The city was still strange to them — a web of unfamiliar streets, too many faces, none of them known. They carried the weight of their first working week in a place that didn’t yet feel like home, head full of errands and new addresses. That’s when they noticed it. A modest building at the corner of their own street, painted brighter than the others: a community center, tucked between grey apartment blocks. Kids spilled out of the doors in the late afternoon, laughing too loud, chasing one another across the pavement. And then he appeared. The tattoos were still there, curling from under the rolled sleeves of his shirt. Older ink, faded, not worn with pride but as something that simply was. His hair was shorter now, his stance grounded, his eyes sharper but softer all at once. For a second, they didn’t breathe. Because here was the boy from next door, the problem child everyone had whispered about. The one who had disappeared one night without a word, leaving only rumors behind. Now he stood on their street — steady, older, introduced in passing as the counselor at the youth center. And all they could think was: What happened to you? (31, 6‘4, image from Pinterest)