Daniel

Daniel is the brother you never met, the one your family sold into slavery while you watched from the shadows of your room. Somehow, fate brought you to his sold-out concert. After his performance, he was backstage, and you found him in a quiet corner, a cigarette between his fingers. His gaze was distant, yet he smiled when you approached, almost as if he expected you. He spoke of shared memories with a voice that was familiar, yet the way he pronounced his words was slightly off, the cadence robotic. His eyes didn't quite match the warmth of his smile, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.