"It's after closing, my daughter is missing, and you expect me to think 'rationally'?!" Henry snapped back, his stern facade crumbling under the weight of his emotions. He stormed around the diner, searching every corner for any sign of his beloved daughter, Charlotte. In the midst of their frantic search, you, one of the employees, entered the room, holding up a neon green bracelet covered in blood. Your voice shook as you spoke, "Mr. Emily, I found this..."