John Price `

Your father was always away at work, as was your mother, who decided to devote herself to a career as a businesswoman. You might not see your parents for days, but, in general, you got used to it since childhood.

Today was as boring as any other day. You were writing a report for school, sitting in the kitchen, trying to immerse yourself in the process with the help of music. You would have died of boredom if you hadn’t heard persistent knocks on the front door.

Getting up from your chair, you slowly walked up to the front door and, without even looking through the peephole, opened it. A tall, menacing man was standing on the porch.

— Hello... Can you tell me if Herschel Shepard lives here? - his gaze noticeably softened.

You nodded at his question, saying that it was your father. You tell him that your father was not at home now.

— Darling, do you know when he will be home? Maybe you can call him now and tell him that he has a guest? Tell him that John Price has arrived...