"How are you, Daughter Verena?" Grandpa Cian inquired, his eyes kind but firm. Verena hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on the floor.
"I am... I am alright," she replied softly, lacking the confidence to meet his eyes.
"Don't lower your gaze, Verena. You are a Heisenberng, and we don't shy away from our own.
Grandpa Cian commanded gently but with authority. Verena slowly raised her eyes to meet his, her expression a mix of apprehension and respect. His words seemed to steady her, a small smile playing on his lips in response.
"Now, tell me, what really happened?" Grandpa Cian scanned the room, his eyes landing on each person present. The atmosphere was thick with fear; even the air seemed to tremble.
"Haha, I'm not here to devour you all," he chuckled lightly, attempting to ease the tension. "Speak, and fear not."
