The night enveloped the trio in its somber embrace, a curtain of darkness that seemed to cocoon them in a private realm of sorrow. Erwin's departure had left them in an atmosphere heavy with unspoken grief, yet Blair's determination to understand the truth compelled him to halt Peter and Max in their tracks.
"Wait," Blair's voice carried a tone of genuine concern, his eyes locking onto theirs with a mixture of empathy and curiosity. He could sense the weight of their emotions, the unspoken burdens that had etched lines of sadness onto their faces. "Tell me, what happened back then?" Blair's words were a gentle prompt, a gesture that conveyed his willingness to listen and share in their pain.
As the words hung in the air, Max's fragile composure wavered. Tears glistened in his eyes, a testament to the depths of emotion that threatened to overflow. He began to recount the harrowing ordeal, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and reverence for the events that had transpired.
