When I press Yui to share more about what she knows, she is initially dismissive, citing her responsibilities to those she is looking after. Her refusal hangs in the air, but my attention shifts to the thin dog by her side, ribs painfully evident under its fur. The animal's condition speaks volumes about their struggles.
Recognising the bond Yui has with her dog, I see an opportunity to engage her on a more personal level. I need her to talk, to understand that what she knows could be crucial for all of us.
"Yui," I start, my tone gentle yet earnest, "I see how much you care for your dog. It's clear he means a lot to you, and I respect the lengths you've gone to protect him."
I pause for a moment, ensuring I have her attention before continuing. "If you're willing to talk to us, share what you know, I can help make things a bit easier for him. I can provide enough tinned dog food to ensure he's well-fed until the end of his days."
