I hastily placed the paper in my pocket and looked out the window.
Some of the children had run already, some were frozen in place with clutched fists, and one boy looked more terrified than the others.
Perhaps—no—obviously scared of the tear-stained old lady holding his cheeks tightly.
"Oh! My grandson! Why haven't you come home yet? I cooked your favorite dish... Let's go." The old lady coaxed in a sweet voice. Her expression, however, told a different story.
Why... does she look so desperate?
The whispers from the nearby tables answered my question.
"She still hasn't found Kairo?"
"From the looks of it."
"The poor lady... She's been working her ass off just to provide for her grandson and now he's missing."
"Isn't it alarming? Since a month ago, five children have gone missing."
Another one sighed, "Seems like this town has been plagued with missing children too."
Too....?