Perplexed by the oddity of what Leokhares had written, Alex took a moment to ponder before writing down a question. "Your daughter, what does she look like?"
Leokhares hand hovered over the piece of paper, his expression twisted as he struggled for some reason.
Finally, he penned a response. "I can't remember."
"Do you have a photo of her?"
"Sir, I live in the lower districts. How can I afford such a luxury?"
"I see. Fine then. " Alex wrote. "How old is your daughter?"
"I don't know."
Alex frowned, unsure of what to make of the situation.
Leokhares was so sure that he had a daughter, yet he didn't know what she looked like and didn't even know how old she was.
He glanced at Arwen who was similarly puzzled by the circumstances surrounding the case Leokhares had brought to them.
She was even inclined to believe he was mentally unstable though he showed no prior signs of such a state.
