"Why did you end it?!" Jane shouted, her voice echoing through the grand castle chamber.
The kid, standing nearby, didn't waver in the face of her anger. He replied calmly, "He fell unconscious after that. Remember, he shouldn't even be alive, but he was. You will forget whatever you saw in the footage, but everything I showed was real."
Jane's frustration mixed with confusion, her eyes darting between the kid and the empty screen. Her heart ached for answers, but the kid's presence only added to her uncertainty.
The room fell into a thoughtful silence, broken only by the soft purring of Lucy's cat, Freya.
The kid's gaze shifted to the enigmatic feline. "That's a nice cat. Can I pet it?" he asked Lucy.
Lucy, protective of her pet, hesitated. "She doesn't like getting patted by strangers," she responded.
