"…."
Seth stands in the Bishop's private chambers, the weight of revelation crushing down upon him like a physical force.
The rescue operation concluded several days ago. The Bishop has recovered from his drugged state, his mind clear again. Clear enough for Seth to finally ask the questions he's been avoiding since their investigation of the Cathedral's secret vault.
Questions about child trafficking.
Illegal experimentation.
The damning documents he found in that hidden room.
Questions about himself.
"Tell me the truth," Seth says, his voice barely above a whisper. "About my past. Where did you really find me?"
The Bishop—Father Gerome, the man who raised him, the only father Seth has ever known—sits in his chair, looking far older and more fragile than Seth ever remembered.
His weathered hands tremble as they clutch his prayer beads.
"Seth, my son, some truths are better left buried. For your own protection—"
