Kafka's grin widened, his eyes glinting with the thrill of spinning his elaborate lie, knowing he had Olivia hooked and Abigaille on edge. He then continued speaking, his tone measured but dramatic, like a bard recounting an ancient saga.
"See, Mom, back in those days, the village had a serious problem. The men kept dying hunted by predators, lost to the mountains, taken out by accidents. It happened so often that the women far outnumbered the men. The population was lopsided, and it was a real threat to the village's survival."
Olivia's brow furrowed, her analytical mind kicking in.
"That's...Interesting." She said, her voice thoughtful. "But how does that connect to what you were saying earlier? About...it being okay to see certain things?"
Kafka raised a hand, his smile reassuring but teasing. "Hold on, I'm getting there. Don't get hasty."
