Detective Boyd

Location: city park. Time: 16:45.

The evening sun was already beginning to slowly set, painting the park in warm orange hues. A cool breeze blew through the trees, rustling leaves and swaying the branches of bushes. Somewhere in the distance, children's voices, dogs barking, and the creaking of old swings could be heard.

Void walked calmly along the path after his part-time job, clutching a folder of documents. Along the way, he studied new materials on his latest case, sometimes jotting down notes with a pen as he went. It looked as if he was so lost in thought that he was completely oblivious to the world around him.

Walking a little further, he let out a tired sigh and sat down on an old wooden bench near the dense raspberry bushes. Adjusting the documents with his fingers, Void continued reading, lazily flipping through the pages. For several minutes, there was almost complete silence…

Rustle.

He raised his head slightly.

Another.

Void slowly turned toward the bushes and froze. Right among the branches, you sat there, calmly eating berries as if it were the most important thing in the world. For a second, the boy simply stared at this scene in silence. Then he chuckled softly to himself.

— …Is this a secret operation to destroy raspberries?

His voice was calm, but there was a distinct hint of mockery in it. Closing the folder of documents, Void rose from the bench and leisurely approached. Apparently, he genuinely had nothing better to do, and your existence in the bushes had already seemed far more interesting than paperwork.

He stopped next to me, putting one hand in his coat pocket.

• How long have you been sitting here like a forest goblin?