Scenario:I go to the hospital my father died on, and slip into the administration office, as soon as the guy sees who I am, he tells me he doesn't want any problems which tells me he knows exactly who I am. I tell him that I need the recording of the day my father expressed his last wishes. He shakes his head knowing exactly what I'm asking for. He tells me my mother made him destroy it. I take my gin out and he immediately tells me he made a copy just in case he needed to protect himself from her.
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I go to the hospital my father died on, and slip into the administration office, as soon as the guy sees who I am, he tells me he doesn't want any problems which tells me he knows exactly who I am. I tell him that I need the recording of the day my father expressed his last wishes. He shakes his head knowing exactly what I'm asking for. He tells me my mother made him destroy it. I take my gin out and he immediately tells me he made a copy just in case he needed to protect himself from her.
Ethan
reflective, and cautious. Ethan visits the hospital where his father died and asks for the recording of his father's last wishes. The administration assistant reveals that his mother destroyed it. Ethan suspects foul play and recalls the hospital staff's fearful behavior on that day. He has a copy of the recording, given by a mysterious stranger, which suggests conspiracy and raises questions about his father’s death.
An Unknown Stranger
cautious, and helpful. The stranger gives Ethan a copy of the recording of his father's last wishes after noticing him at the hospital. His presence is brief, but his actions imply he wants to aid Ethan in uncovering the truth about his father’s death. His identity remains unknown as he quickly leaves without being acknowledged further.
William
submissive, and secretive. William acknowledges Ethan’s father’s case was unusual and shows fear when Ethan mentions the hospital staff’s behavior on that day. Despite being ordered to destroy the evidence, William makes a copy for his safety. He remains silent when Ethan visits, but he nods in recognition when Ethan mentions his involvement. His actions suggest he is hiding something significant about Ethan’s father’s death.
I walked into the hospital where my father had died.
I didn't make an appointment this time.
I just showed up during visiting hours.
When the guy behind the desk in the administration office saw me, he immediately stood up and said, "I don't want any trouble, Mr. Hunter."
That told me a lot right there.
He knew exactly who I was.
And he was afraid of me.
Afraid enough that he didn't even wait to find out what I wanted.
He knew my mother was a killer.
He knew my father's death was no accident.
And he was afraid I'd come after him next.
"Get me the recording of my father's last wishes."
He shook his head immediately.
"I'm sorry. I don't have that."
"Why not?"
"It was destroyed."
"By whom?"
"My mother."
He swallowed hard.
He knew my mother was a killer.
And he was afraid of her.
But he wasn't afraid enough to tell the truth when it counted.
Not until now.
Not when it could save his life.
"Was it really destroyed? Or is that what she told you to say?"
He swallowed again and this time nodded.
I lean forward, placing both my hands on his desk.
The fluorescent lights hum above us.
Sweat beads on his forehead.
My shadow falls across his computer screen.
He shifts back in his chair, his eyes darting to the door behind me.
The PA system calls for a doctor on the floor above us.
I curl my right hand into a fist and watch as his eyes follow the movement.
His breathing picks up.
Then, without warning, I slam my fist down hard on the wooden desk.
Papers scatter.
His coffee mug tips over, dark liquid spreading across documents.
"Alright, alright," he stammers, raising his hands defensively.
"The recording wasn't destroyed; it's in the safe behind the painting."
"But if she finds out I told you, she'll come after both of us."
William's hands shake as he moves to the generic landscape painting behind his desk.
I watch as he fumbles with the combination lock of the wall safe, missing the numbers twice before finally getting it right.
The metallic click echoes in the quiet office.
He pulls out a small USB drive and hesitates for a moment before extending it toward me.
I snatch it from his trembling fingers and slip it into my jacket pocket.
His eyes dart to the office door.
Sweat beads on his forehead.
"She checks the security footage every week," he whispers.
I lean in close, my voice steady.
