"How did it end up in my hands? I found it in the Disaster Zone, with bloodstains on it. When you return, you can explain it to the boss by yourself." Manuel Xicola said triumphantly.
"It's impossible. My wife is very strong. This robe might have been discarded by her," Walter Santiago insisted while clutching the black robe in his hands.
The bloodstains on it had dried, and making them barely visible.
"Stop deluding yourself. If nothing happened to your wife, why hasn't she returned to you after all this time?" Manuel Xicola didn't give him a chance and pointing out the grim reality.
"My wife likes to wander around and doesn't like being constrained. It's normal for her not to come back for half a month."
"Fine, take your time searching then. Your wife went missing in the southern direction. Follow this line and maybe you'll actually find her."
