Silverstein had attended his father's court matters in the throne room. He sat on the throne close to his father's, watching Alfred speak. The room, adorned with rich tapestries depicting the kingdom's history, felt heavy with the weight of solemnity.
"Another body has been found again, My King. A girl; she died in a hotel not far away from the Northern border," Alfred said, glancing up at the king before looking back down at the parchment scroll clutched in his hands. "I think it is the same case as Mr. Peterson's daughter. She died not far from the Northern border as well."
After relaying the grim news about Mr. Peterson's daughter, who had gone to visit her aunt, Alfred's search had uncovered the girl's lifeless body, discarded and naked in a motel five miles away from the border. The castle's atmosphere grew tense, shadows flickering as the torchlight danced upon the walls, as if even the castle itself shuddered at the news.
