To everyone’s astonishment, Sane spared me that night. Before dawn pierced the sky, I obtained Alessandra’s home address from Yukio and dashed to the city. The streets lay silent, shrouded in an uneasy stillness, as I reached her house—a modest two-story structure with a weathered blue door. I scoured the place for any hint her parents might have left about where they’d gone. The scene told a story of panic: drawers gaped open, a half-packed suitcase sprawled across the hall, yet no note or trace revealed their fate. It appeared they’d fled, abandoning their daughter.
I withheld judgment—Alessandra had often spoken of her parents’ devotion, especially her mother’s. Their sudden disappearance hinted at a deeper mystery. As a non-citizen, I lacked the authority to file a missing person’s report. With that finding, I trudged back to Fort Vanguard and delivered the grim truth: her parents were gone.