After thoroughly searching the teahouse, Fiona let out a frustrated sigh.
The kitchen held only supplies, the back rooms were empty, and the walls had no hidden doors.
"There's nothing here..." she admitted, leaning against a table.
Seth remained by the window, watching the empty street.
"Then instead of thinking about escape, how about we think about why they trapped us here?"
Fiona looked up, curious.
"People don't trap others without reason."
Seth continued.
"So what reason could there be? I assume it has something to do with our identities."
Fiona nodded slowly.
"From a political standpoint, my older brother's failed upbringing is no secret. He was supposed to inherit the family business, but he lacked the temperament for it. So the responsibility fell to me..."
She paused, straightening her posture.
