Alaric stared at the boy with a look full of meaning. He didn't want to leave any room for doubt. "Alright," he said quietly but firmly. "If that's the case, let's move forward with your next step. Do you want to take this evidence to the local police?"
The question seemed simple, but it carried a heavy weight for the child. Fery paused for a moment before nodding. His head moved slowly, but it was enough to show his resolve. "Yes… I want my little brother to be found as soon as possible. And I want that syndicate to be brought to justice," he said softly.
But by the end of his sentence, his face changed. There was a brief pause, a shadow of despair creeping into his eyes. "But…" He stopped, his lips trembling slightly. "I'm not sure anymore."
Alaric furrowed his brow, looking at the boy intently as though searching for the answer in the depths of his gaze. "Why?" he thought to himself. "Wasn't this what he's been wanting all along? Why does he look so uncertain now?"
