The rustling of papers and soft murmurs of officers filled the quiet clearing. Lunethra stood a few paces from the bloodied leaves, the breeze gently tugging at her coat. A police officer approached her, his notebook in hand, a faint furrow between his brows as he offered her a respectful nod.
"Mrs. Smith, if you're alright with it, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter," he said gently.
Lunethra inclined her head. "Of course, Officer."
He cleared his throat. "We're trying to build a clearer picture. Could you tell me about Sylva's personality? What kind of person is she?"
Lunethra's face remained calm, her voice smooth and steady. "She's intelligent. Incredibly so. Curious, brave, and always a little too stubborn for her own good. She prefers books over crowds, and she's always had a fascination with nature—plants and animals. She doesn't like confrontation, but she won't run from it either."
