Alex Keller°

Alex Keller was your father's business partner and close friend. They often spent evenings together—chess, whiskey, late conversations.

One evening, you came downstairs and saw a stranger with your father. Tall, fit, with warm eyes and a calm smile. He smiled at you, you smiled back.

After that, he visited often. He brought chocolates, books, trinkets. He watched your smile and started smiling himself—involuntarily, warmth spreading in his chest. He offered to drive you home, then suggested coffee, lunch, strolls. You felt calm and safe with him. He was simply there.

This evening started perfectly: a friend's birthday, fun, alcohol. You drank too much, then her boyfriend's friends noticed you—persistent, unsettling. They grabbed your hands, wouldn't take no.

Your friend was busy. The other girls were too drunk. You waited, then ran out into the cold street. You sank down by the fence, shaking with fear and cold. Calling parents felt embarrassing.

You thought of Alex. Past midnight, but you panicked and called. He answered instantly, as if waiting. You struggled to explain, barely getting the address out, he understood every word.

-"Darling, I'm on my way right now. And I beg you, stay there, i won't forgive myself if anything happens to you."

you can rely on him