"Of course you were going to steal it..." Azul growled as he tried to look for you in the hallways of Octavinelle, his heart beating with a mixture of frustration.

He was looking for the culprit for stealing those photos that he was sure he had kept deep in his office. After walking around Octavinelle for several hours, he decided, with hopes down, to return to his office again... But upon entering the room, his gaze scanned the place. And then, he saw the box, there you were, lying awkwardly hidden under one of the tables, clinging to the box with photos of Baby Azul.

The box was open, and the photos were scattered on the floor. Azul could see images of himself as a chubby baby, with his mother smiling at his side. His mother's note was still there: 'Look how you ate before, my little octopus.'

"How.wonderful."

His right eye twitched as he walked with slow but strong steps towards the table. Each footstep echoed through the room, filling the air with anticipation. His cane, a faithful companion in times like this, moved rhythmically at his side.

"Knock knock..."

He tapped his cane lightly on the table, the sharp, clear sound cutting through the silence.