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existence built upon the contradictory

Grimmer had kept your father alive in his thoughts; too alive, perhaps, that he's acting the same way your father would had he been made aware of your position as of the moment.

And just like your father did, Johan piqued his curiosity as well, almost the same way even. The only stark difference is that your father was fascinated with Johan as a tool; Grimmer, on the other hand, deems him in utter pity.

And fear.

Grimmer is running, sweat dripping from his head, to his polo, and to the edges of his sleeve. Panting and panting, reaching his hand for someone who could help you the way you deserve. Oh, you poor, poor girl, Grimmer whispers to himself as he runs while clutching the letter you've given him dear in his hands. His musings are cut off when he sees Tenma, the very person he could ask for help. He met Tenma in Prague, and with numerous talks he came to know that Tenma has a similar agenda in mind: Kinderheim 511. Albeit, with different people to find. Grimmer told him of his upbringing, about your father, and it doesn't take long for Tenma to immediately rearrange his priorities. Because apparently, this cowardly bastard of a father who led such a young boy into burning Kinderheim, had left a daughter behind.

—that very daughter being the perilous boy's dearest friend. It doesn't take much for them to finally conclude; you are in danger.

"I'm so sorry, I was too late. Lunge and I weren't able to get her." Grimmer hands over the letter you had delivered via mail.

Tenma takes his time reading it, slowly but surely his hold on the thin paper tightens 'til it almost crumples.

"We have to find her. We could still find her." He frantically flips the paper to see the letter's delivery date. "Yesterday, huh? Then that means she's still not far away from here, right?! We should go to the post office and—" It is not until the two realize they're still in public, a sidewalk no less, that they halt from talking further.

They let the grim silence pave the way for now, at least until they could have a private space with Inspector Lunge. While waiting for their turn to pass the road, Grimmer and Tenma overhear a couple of old people talking.

"News has it that Germany has been announced to be undergoing an economic crisis."

"And the rampant cases of money laundering still aren't solved," the other man huffs his cigarette. "Oh man, the future restaurant I've been planning through all my retirement money is now hopeless. How can an old man like me find a job? My youngest child is still in college, for god's sake."

"My wife's sick. Almost every hospital we went to had their rates higher than before. At this point we might as well consider her dead."

The latter pats his back and sighs, "I'm so sorry about that, pal."

Not long after, the old man whose wife is sick starts crying. His sobs are in sync with the pedestrian stop light turning green. The two old men cross the pedestrian holding onto each other, with Grimmer and Tenma silently watching upon them.

It doesn't take long for Tenma to start again, "Many believed that this is because of the attempted assassination of Hans Schuwald, the infamous 'Vampire of Bayern' known to be holding the European economy under his fingers."

"Ah, is that so?" Grimmer chuckles, "I'm sorry, I didn't know much about it. You brought me here not long ago."

"Exactly, the attempted assassination happened half a year ago, and the money laundering schemes have been ongoing for five years or so. It's not surprising that Germany is like this right now, whether Schuwald's assassination took place or not."