Victor emerged from Police Chief Sova’s house.

His mood was heavy; he had ultimately used Police Chief Sova’s favor on Belle.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t heartbroken.

But if he said he had regrets, there didn’t seem to be many.

Victor stood outside the car, smoking a cigarette. The swirling smoke obscured his view of the sycamore trees in front of him, much like the unclear future ahead.

Suddenly, a young girl ...