Isiah fixed his gaze on Ciel, his eyes filled with concern. The young boy, unable to maintain eye contact, cast his gaze downwards in response.
"Give me some answers so I can help you get back home, okay?" Isiah implored.
Ciel shook his head and quietly stated, "I don't want to go home."
Perplexed, Isiah pressed further, "Why not? I can tell you're not from here. Tell me, why are you here?"
During this specific moment, Isiah found himself completely unaware of the concept of individuals from different districts migrating to District One.
The intricate and multifaceted process of people relocating between these districts remained beyond the scope of his knowledge.
"Did you run away from home? Is that what happened? Tell me, boy!" Isiah continued to inquire, his questions becoming more probing.
