Inside the Federation Police building, the atmosphere was stiff and oppressive, as though the walls themselves carried the weight of countless unspoken crimes.
Elric sat behind his polished wooden desk, one leg crossed over the other, calmly reading the latest intelligence report laid open before him.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Hmm?" he murmured softly. "Now that he's fallen into the Ghost Scream's hands, it's only a matter of time before he's delivered straight to me."
His voice carried a trace of amusement, as if he were discussing a foregone conclusion rather than the fate of a living person.
Standing rigidly across from him was a young Federation police officer. Sweat beaded along the man's temple, his back stiff as he struggled to maintain composure.
"C–Captain," the officer began hesitantly, his voice trembling despite his effort to steady it. "Are… are we not going to send our men to bring him in?"
