The rooftop had that familiar calm—city lights below, wind brushing against their skin, and the quiet hum of the world moving on. Lucifer leaned on the railing, arms crossed, eyes locked onto the stars above like they held answers. Francisca stepped beside him, arms wrapped around herself, her expression a mix of concern and quiet thought.
"Remu is missing," she said, voice soft but serious. "Her mom's freaking out… Madam Greta's been everywhere, and even her location spell isn't working."
Lucifer's brows drew together as his jaw clenched slightly. He didn't look at her. "I saw her. Few weeks back. She was off… twitchy, hiding something. Told her if she crossed me, I'd kill her. Haven't seen her since."
Francisca gave him a sideways glance. "You really need to work on your people skills."
Lucifer just stared at the sky. "I said what needed to be said."
Behind them, the quiet rooftop wasn't so quiet anymore.
