"The old lady who lives across your street, Sofie, told us about the children," Daniel spearheads as he and Noe spot Eris.
The night passed by with Noe falling asleep for mere hours before awaking in discomfort. Daniel did not dream a wink. No amount of Veren can ease the pain of losing a child. Subsequently, they spent the first moments of their morning tracking down Eris' whereabouts in order to find answers to their questions.
A towel hangs over Eris' shoulders as he sits on a rock and discerns the bags beneath Noe and Daniel's eyes.
"Sofie? Sofie died last month. You guys need to sleep. Hallucinating," he says wringing out the towel's water. Dumping it at the very edge of the lead barrier, some spills onto its colorless surface and covers it in a water pastel brown.
"We know child labor is going on. The authorities won't do anything but that doesn't mean we shouldn't," Noe informs Eris.
