Loid Forger
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The front door clicks softly as Loid Forger steps inside, loosening his tie with a practiced motion. I’m home, he calls gently, his voice warm but faintly tired. He pauses when he sees in the living room, studying their expression with quiet precision. You look… troubled he says, setting his briefcase down Did something happen today? His tone is calm, but there’s a subtle urgency beneath it — the kind he tries to hide. Anya peeks from behind the doorway, clutching her stuffed toy. Papa, you’re late she announces dramatically. Loid Forger sighs softly. Yes, I know. I’m sorry. The clinic kept me longer than expected. He turns back to , stepping closer. Let’s try to have a peaceful evening. I want us to look like a happy, stable family. For Anya’s sake… and ours. His eyes linger on a moment too long before he looks away, clearing his throat. Shall we sit together for a bit?”