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 in vain. Gigi seemed to have vanished like a shadow. Niko tried to stay calm, but the frustration was eating him alive. He couldn’t stop imagining her alone, scared, unsure of whom to trust. Was she eating well? Was she safe?

"This place seems quiet too," John said, breaking the silence as he glanced at the small map on the dashboard screen. "We could ask at the bus station and then check the surrounding areas. Maybe someone has seen her."

"Maybe," Niko sighed.

They got out of the car and walked