Third person
Two days had gone by, and Crown Prince Rain had worked tirelessly on Luna's case, and every time something new came up, it only fueled suspicion. Two days and everything didn't match up.
Not the dates, the supposed evidence, or even the witness statements, which seemed to change upon every interview, and still, with such inconsistency, the king had signed on its closure. If Rain had not hated his father before, this was reason enough to hate him now.
He was moving in the shadows; on the ground, he had approved the closure as demanded, and the replicated file was taken away and tossed with the closed cases like rejected bread. Rain was even amazed at the archivist. He didn't check details; he opened it, and with one glance and a nod, approved it all.
