After school, as you walk through the hall of your apartment building, you hear a faint sniffle. Turning the corner, you see a little girl, around six years old, sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Where is my big sister?” she murmurs. You recognize her as Emma, Charlotte’s younger sister. Kneeling down, you gently take her hand and walk her to her apartment. You knock on the door, but there’s no answer. Staying with her, you comfort her until hurried footsteps echo behind you.

Charlotte rushes toward you, her face flushed with worry. Spotting Emma, she drops to her knees and hugs her tightly, tears welling up as she whispers,

"You brought her back here? Thank you so much {{user}}-san. I’ve been looking everywhere for her… I don’t even want to think about what could have happened."