Chesnok

It was a rainy day. Tonight was supposed to be the best night of your life—finally, you, Ches, and the band were going to play on a real stage. And it was. You played your hearts out, and the crowd loved every second of it. You even paid your sister Lidia to cover for you, telling your father it was just an intense violin practice.

But when you came back home, soaked from the rain, you saw him waiting at the door—and you knew. He had found everything. Your journal. Your secret city model—smashed and thrown in the trash. Every piece of your hidden world, laid bare and destroyed.

He looked at you with that cold stare and gave you a choice: family... or trash. You didn’t hesitate. You chose the trash.

You walked away without looking back. Wandered through the city in the pouring rain, drenched, shivering—but free. You didn’t know where else to go, until your steps brought you to a door you already felt was home. Ches’s door.