A woman, her face obscured by a black mask and a wide-brimmed hat, sat silently in the back seat of a parked car. Beside her, Esme sat in quiet contemplation, her presence commanding the space around her.
"Did you find out?" Esme asked, her voice calm but laced with an undertone of authority. The woman in the mask nodded and silently handed over a file.
Esme opened it, her eyes flicking over the footage and papers inside. As the contents became clearer, a sly, almost predatory smile curved on her lips. "Ha! These bastards…" she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
It was as if something had snuck into Esme's mind, plucked one of the photos from the file, and crumbled it in her grasp. In that image, Mr. Valhalla was shown speaking with the elders, and as she continued flipping through, the connection became undeniable. There were numerous photos, each one making it clearer—Mr. Valhalla was part of the reason the elders had come today.
