"You have to believe me, Rachael," Icarus began, his voice resonating with a melodic timbre, "After the night you were attacked, Rachael, I have spent the entire day searching for answers, determined to bring the perpetrator to justice."
Rachael, with her cascading black hair and eyes that held a glimmer of hope amidst the sorrow embodied in her melancholic beauty, stood frozen as he made mention of what happened during that terrible night. The echoes of the painful attack that had befallen her in the dark corridors of the palace courtyard still reverberated within her fragile spirit. She yearned for answers, for closure to the shadows that haunted her existence.
"I have tirelessly searched for answers since that fateful night, navigating through the darkest corners of our world to uncover the truth," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow.
