The Romano Mansion had become unbearably silent. It had been days since Aria disappeared.She had taken nothing.
Except the pain she carried inside her heart.
Yet Rafael refused to believe she was truly gone.Every morning he left before sunrise.
Every night he returned long after midnight.
His men searched every street and every possible route in Velmora. But got nothing.
Not a single trace.
It was as though Aria had vanished from the world itself. Inside his study, countless maps covered the walls.
Red circles.
Photographs.
Addresses.
Reports.
Every location they had searched had been crossed out with black ink.
Rafael stood in the middle of the room, staring at the growing number of failures.
His exhausted eyes slowly closed.
"Where are you..."
His voice was barely audible.
"...Aria."
Behind him, Noah quietly entered the room.
He had never seen his friend like this.
Rafael barely slept. Barely ate. Every conversation ended with the same question.
