At Crawford Residence~
"...Alex?"
Bianca, perched on the sofa with a troubled expression, glanced up to see her son hurrying upstairs. She called out to him urgently,
"Alex! What's the matter, dear?"
Concern etched in her voice, Bianca rose from the sofa and followed him to his room, where she found him hastily packing his bag.
'W-What is he doing?'
'Why is he packing his bag?'
"Alex... are you going somewhere?"
Bianca approached Alex, her expression etched with concern. They had laid her to rest mere hours earlier, and the mourning attire still draped their frames.
Yet now, Alex spoke of departing amidst such a state?
Hearing his mother's concern, Alex stopped folding the shirt he held and responded in a muffled voice,
"I am going to bring her back."