Chapter: 1965

"Bute"

“I'm quite tired. You can leave now." Exhausted from the conversation, the elderly man signaled an end to the discussion with a wave of his hand.

The man in black, sensing the finality in his gesture, ceased his inquiries, nodded respectfully, and exited the room.

Once the door clicked shut, the elder set his cane aside and gently opened a drawer.

It contained a solitary picture frame, which he tenderly lifted and gazed upon, a faint smile playing on his lips as he drifted into contemplation.