CHAPTER 882. MY LITTLE BELOVED. Until the Last Trace.

Niko sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as his uncle John drove. The narrow roads wound through small villages, surrounded by green fields and the towering backdrop of the Alps. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a soft golden glow over the road, but the day didn’t feel bright to him.

They had spent days going from town to town, stopping at every bus station, asking at every restaurant, every grocery store, but it was all