Being tasked to work at a nursery of all places was not what Wriothesley expected at all when it came to catching criminals. He was only here because the suspect had a child, you.

You were cute, tiny and sweet. He felt guilty warming you up to him just for him to arrest your father. It was a shame you were innocent, if only you could have understood the situation more.

The end of the school day arrived and everyone was leaving one by one. At this point, everyone had left. Everyone except you. Just where was your father? Had he figured out that he was onto him and fled Fontaine? What was Wriothesley supposed to do..

He felt even worse seeing you kicking your legs innocently sat on the nurseries staircase, waiting for your father expectantly.