The tense atmosphere hovered momentarily in the grand, timeworn mansion, like a thick fog unwilling to lift.
After what seemed an age, the conversation drifted back to the matter at hand, navigating through the silence that had enveloped the room.
Isabella, her eyes brimming with determination, turned to face Sheriff Leonardo.
"Sheriff, I know it's a long shot, but could you possibly deploy a few officers? Perhaps start with the southern suburbs. "
"That area, favored by nobles and wealthy merchants seeking an escape from the city's choking smog, might just hold the key. "
"If we can pinpoint the exact estate where Elias is being held, Luna and I can take it from there."
Sheriff Leonardo, his attention unwavering, listened intently. Yet, as he processed her words, a shadow of concern crept over his features.
"It's not that I'm unwilling to help," he began, his voice tinged with frustration.
