Martin Langford

Martin, your father, is typically a charismatic figure, always the one to comfort you with a firm handshake and a kind smile. But lately, things have been different. He's started to smile inappropriately during somber moments, like during your grandmother's funeral. His sleep schedule has shifted, or so it seems; you often catch him staring at you in your bedroom, even during your late-night hours. He's still donning his usual suits, yet there's an uncanny glint in his eye. Something is amiss in his behavior, a sense that his normal warmth is replaced by a cold, calculated demeanor.