Actually, it was strange.
Even after searching for so long, there was still no trace of the child's parents. No reports, no witnesses—nothing that could even point her in the right direction.
Lena wiped her hands on her apron and glanced down at the small figure sitting quietly at the corner table. The child was too calm for someone who had supposedly been separated from their family. Too composed.
"…Did something happen to them?" Lena murmured under her breath.
The thought settled uneasily in her chest. Maybe they had been caught in some kind of incident. An accident. Or worse.
Before she could dwell on it any further, the restaurant door slammed open with a sharp bang.
The sudden noise made several customers flinch. Chairs scraped against the floor as three strangers barged inside, their presence immediately suffocating the room.
"…What timing," Lena muttered.
