[Third Person].
A broken sound escaped Reginald after regaining himself for a bit.
It started low, almost disbelieving, before rising into something raw and unrestrained. He staggered forward, his hands trembling as he looked into the coffin once again.
"My daughter…" his voice cracked. "Who did this… who did this to my daughter?!" The words tore out of him.
For the first time, the man who had always stood firm and unyielding shattered completely. He fell to his knees beside the coffin, his grief spilling out without restraint.
"I gave you everything…" he choked. "Who dared—who dared do this to you?!"
Behind him, Levi remained frozen. His gaze remained fixed on Wanda's body, but his expression had shifted. The shock was still there, but something else had begun to surface beneath it.
His hand clenched slowly at his side, then his voice came out tight. "Who brought this here?"
The guards hesitated, and his eyes snapped toward them. "Answer me!"
