Synopsis

He was a professional, after all. A writer of words, not a sculptor of destinies. Yet, here he was, tasked with finding a replacement. The original had been… endearing, undeniably so. But the situation demanded something more. So, he’d chosen Max. A hopeful gambit, really. A puppy, brimming with potential, and a name that whispered of loyalty. He'd envisioned a simple transition, a seamless handover of duties. Instead, a disquieting feeling began to bloom within him – a premonition of something