"Mune. Does the name ring any bells?"
The boy's eyes widened, his fury momentarily stilled by shock. "Mune…" he whispered, the name tumbling from his lips with the weight of a thousand memories. His gaze locked onto me, his expression raw, desperate. "How… how do you know that name?"
I couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at my lips. "Guess."
At that, he began to shake, his body trembling as my words sank in, tearing through the foundation of lies the Whisperer had built around him. He turned, looking back at the Whisperer with a mixture of horror and hope, his voice breaking. "Mune… and the others… Is it… is it true?"
