Arriving at Travi's home, they were greeted by a familiar yet somber atmosphere. The once vibrant village seemed shrouded in a sense of unease. Tsuoma's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he approached his host's family's dwelling. The door creaked open, revealing Lyroa who wore a grave expression. The mood was surprising to the gang but they ignored it.
"Travi, my son," Lyroa said, his voice laden with guilt and sorrow. "I never wanted things to turn out this way."
Tsuoma's eyes bore into Travi's father's, searching for answers. Even if he wasn't Travi, he knew what Travi would have done if he was alive. "Why, Father? Why would you betray me, your own flesh and blood?"
