Evelyn's Resolution

{The ID you've dialed is unable to respond.}

'So they've even got her shop's ID already…' Emir thought as he jogged along the lower district's sidewalk. 

Letting out a sigh, he mumbled out loud: 

"Guess this is their reply to Vincent. An example of what they could do, huh..."

Turning the corner, he spotted the shop and instinctively slowed his pace as he approached.

Gently tapping on the door, he waited with a heavy heart for a moment until Mariane opened it. 

Her short brown hair appeared uncombed, and her eyes bore the telltale signs of recent tears. 

The business suit she typically wore was absent, replaced by casual clothing, a clear indicator of the turmoil she must have been through.

She nodded silently, opening the door to the shop and letting him in. 

The interior was hauntingly different, a stark contrast to its former bustling self.