The rich office of Hûlio was a grand affair, decked with lavish furnishings and ornate decorations. The walls were adorned with artwork and photographs of his family, giving a glimpse into the life of luxury that he lived. A large mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, on which sat an array of expensive gadgets and trinkets.

Hûlio sat at his desk, pouring over old family documents when Rue entered the room.

“Sir, I received a rather peculiar email today,” she said.

Hûlio looked up from the papers and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“It seems that an anonymous person claims to have found your lost son,” Rue continued.

Hûlio’s eyes widened in surprise. “My son? But he was kidnapped when he was only 10 years old. How could he be found now?”

“That’s what the sender of the email claims, sir. They are requesting a meeting at an open field to prove their claims,” Rue explained.

Hûlio leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, his thoughts racing. Could this be real? Could his long