"Oh... that's what's bothering you?" Lucien replied, his voice a calm, steady anchor in the room.
"Yeah, it is... I didn't know how to say it, and frankly, I was fine for a while, but now I'm becoming more curious about it," Ken replied, his voice dropping into a low, tentative whisper. "They were a gang of criminals, after all. People don't just walk away from those types of situations."
"I didn't see any gang at all," Lucien stated flatly.
"Wait, then how did you find me?" Ken asked, his eyes wide with shock.
"I called your line to check on you, but I couldn't reach you. After thirty minutes of constant calls and no response—which was unlike you, by the way—I decided to track your phone. I wanted to make sure you weren't in danger. Turns out, you were." Lucien's eyes remained focused on Ken, his expression unreadable but intense.
"I went to the location of the phone, but you weren't there. Just the phone with a broken screen and..."
