Still, Olivia's concern for Abigaille outweighed her apprehension, and she spoke, her voice careful but firm, mindful of the eerie intensity in his gaze.
"Kafi...W-Why did you spank her?" She asked, her tone measured, searching for understanding. "Why would you do something like that, especially when we were just talking? And...what do you mean by 'punishment'? What's going on?"
Kafka's expression shifted, a casual smile spreading across his face as if the tension were nothing more than a passing breeze.
"Nothing at all, Mom." He said, his tone light and reassuring, though his eyes flicked back to Abigaille with that same gloomy intensity. "Nothing you need to worry about."
His gaze then locked on Abigaille, who stood straighter under its weight, a visible shiver running through her as she met his stare, her earlier defiance replaced by a quiet fear.
