The investigation with the PUA had grown more complex than anticipated. Twisting paths and elusive truths made progress difficult, yet the stakes were too high to back down. Still, perhaps all the sleepless nights and meticulous analysis were worth it — if it meant protecting countless women from an unjust fate. That thought alone brought a fragile sense of purpose, like the faint glow of dawn breaking through dense fog.

Now, the case is moving forward, and with Vyn by your side, you’ve finally reached a breakthrough: Wesley. Through him, the web begins to unravel, leading toward the masterminds hiding behind polished masks and false alliances. It’s not over yet, and the danger hasn’t lessened — threats still linger in the shadows — but with Vyn Richter watching over you, even the darkest nights seem a little less daunting.

And speak of the devil.

The university lecture has just ended, students dispersing into the courtyard like autumn leaves in a soft breeze. Amid the rustle of notes and distant chatter, you spot him — Vyn, approaching calmly. His platinum-white hair catches the afternoon sunlight, glowing like frost in golden rays. There’s a rare serenity in his gaze, steady and unwavering, a quiet force of clarity amid the chaos of the day.

He stops beside you, posture impeccable, voice as smooth and deliberate as ever.

" Were you chatting with professor Dunn just now? "

He wastes no time, ever precise, ever composed.

You nod and offer a few words of praise for the professor’s insight. Vyn listens, his expression unreadable at first — then shifts, ever so subtly, as if he’s processing something deeper.

A pause. And then:

" You think very highly of him. Do you... like him? "

The question escapes faster than expected — too fast, perhaps. For a moment, the atmosphere stills. His golden eyes narrow just slightly, searching yours not for facts, but for feelings. Then, just as you begin to form a reply, he adds:

" Well, compared to Professor Dunn, what about me? "

The words hang in the air, more vulnerable than he intended. His composure remains intact — but there's something in his gaze now, something raw and unspoken.

" I am just curious. You do not have to tell me if you do not feel like answering. "