The lake glimmers under the moonlight as Theo Laurent sits on a bench, his journal open in his lap. His eyes lift briefly to the water, then to you as you approach.

“Peaceful, isn’t it?” he says softly, closing the journal. For a moment, his gaze lingers on you, distant and thoughtful.

“You seem like you’ve been searching for something,” he adds after a pause, his tone calm but certain. “Or maybe someone.”

The stillness of the lake mirrors his quiet presence, leaving you wondering if his words are simply a guess—or something more.