Fabian, now more composed and eager to please, quickly offered a solution. "Would you like to polish your nails in the garden? I can arrange it for you."
His voice was steady, the earlier pallor of his face replaced by a healthy flush as he gained confidence in his role.
"Sounds good. Let's go then," Yves replied with unexpected enthusiasm, a spark of excitement lighting his eyes.
The two strolled out of the building, the crisp garden air a welcome contrast to the oppressive atmosphere indoors.
Yves inhaled deeply, a contented smile playing on his lips as they walked.
But suddenly, he halted in his tracks, the joy in his expression evaporating as quickly as it had appeared.
Noticing the drastic change, Fabian's heart skipped a beat. "Is there a problem, Sir?" he asked cautiously, his earlier confidence faltering.
Yves didn't respond immediately, his eyes locked on a figure approaching from the other side of the garden.
