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The drawing, a collection of vibrant, swirling colors, featured a familiar, unsettling shape. It was a shape that haunted Ethan’s memories. The figure, once known as Zizz, was no mere invention. Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat. His blood ran cold. He felt a desperate urge to protect, even though he didn't know what from.

He pulled himself up straight and cleared his throat. He had to focus. He had to act. He would do whatever it took to keep his nephew, Finn, safe.

"What is this, buddy?" he asked, attempting a casual tone, though his voice came out a bit too sharp. He forced a smile, knowing it probably looked strained. He scanned the room, his eyes missing nothing. The house felt too quiet.