'Oh, wow…'
I return to the Capital to find Klein hunched over a desk in one of the Royal Palace's secure study rooms, surrounded by stacks of leather-bound journals and loose parchments.
His eyes are bloodshot, his hair disheveled, and there are dark circles under his eyes that suggest he hasn't slept properly in days.
"Klein," I say, announcing my presence.
He jumps slightly, then relaxes when he sees it's me.
"Javier! You're back. How did the clue you were searching for go?"
"It failed," I admit immediately. "It led to a dead end. We're going to have to rely on things from your end."
"Ah, I see…"
Klein's face falls, but only for a moment. Then determination returns to his features.
