Over some distance farther from the city, next to a black hut covered in weeds, Hans took off his clothes slowly and got an iron bucket of water, which has been eaten by rust to some extent, and used it to wash his body. The cold water managed to refresh his senses and wash away all the filth and black liquid covering his body. A tingling sensation ran down into his lower back and began to itch and annoy him, and when he managed to twist his arm and reach the spot to scratch it, his fingers were caught in the same sort of liquid, only now it seemed more fresh and warmer than the first, so he hardened his fist and dug deep into his flesh around the same spot, and mumbled some words, just for the liquid to stop running down his back.
He made his way into the hut after he was done washing his body, dressed up and threw down his throat a couple of pills of medication of some sort, then without looking, he grabbed the fire of the candle he had lighting up with two fingers and twisted it. The place drowned in darkness, as the sounds of his steps began echoing between the walls while getting farther down and more obscure.
Meanwhile, in the family tree building, as Aurora was running down the halls retrieving different documents to a case file, she started losing power in her body and her vision began to capture little to no light, and as she was about to fall from exhaustion, a hand reached over her shoulder and helped her regain her footing, "Ah... sister Aurora, working overtime, huh?" Hans delivered these words then grabbed the case file that Aurora was holding, "I appreciate the effort, but the jester's case belongs to my team."
Aurora was caught off guard at that moment and spaced out for a second, but then she brushed his hand from her shoulder and held back onto the file, "Let me finish gathering the documents at least, it won't take long."
Hans didn't let go of the file in the face of such resistance, but instead he held onto it tighter as if it wouldn't make any difference whether he destroyed it in his hand on the spot or let go of it, "Aren't you pushing yourself too far? for what reason may you be so interested in this case? do you feel bad for the people he's abducting? then you might benefit from looking over your own children, I heard that you've got a fruit type child, aren't you wasting your energy on things that won't come back other than to hunt you? you're still new to this, that's what I tell myself, but each time you do something, it seems with full intent towards something you keep hidden. Just know, if it weren't for the grandfather's graceful nature, I would've already chopped you to pieces." Aurora didn't have the power to hold onto the file anymore, as she let it slip out of her hand slowly until it completely escaped it, nor the mental energy to retort his claims and reflect them or dodge them, she just gave into the rhythm of his words.
At that point, someone walked into Hans by accident and collided with him. He didn't apologize, and neither did he say anything at first. Holding a black bag, all he did was stare at it. Hans dropped the file at that moment and looked back just to find Anas, "I've never seen him before. Is that the child Aurora got?" he thought, then with intent, he spoke to Anas from a high place, "How miserable. Like mother like son, you both are an embarrassment to the family. I wanted you to help me knock some sense into her at first, but now, looking at you, it seems your existence is as useless as hers. You can dig a hole for yourself and wish you were never born."
Anas never took his eyes off the bag for even a second, he seemed more occupied with the bag that he might even forget to breathe and blink, despite that, he started mumbling some things as if to himself, which only got louder as he kept going, "My friend's head went flying right in front of my eyes. As if that wasn't already enough, we had to cut him to pieces and burn him along with the whole apartment, and only saved his legs. I didn't even say a single word to him." He looked upward straight into Hans' eyes, "Hey... do you think the life of someone who would do this to other people... is more precious than someone who can't do anything? if the best thing for me is to never have been born, then maybe all of you ought to die as soon as possible."
Hans fell back a step, then grabbed the file from the ground as he took his time calculating some things through that process, and as he brushed the file, "I like the sound of that. Then, how about this, the first parent's team to solve the case, gets to decide the fate of the other parent. Lay your life on the line for that desire." As Hans said that, he began wondering about Anas' power, although he could compromise and make use with the rest of the team by the end of the day, it seemed like there's no loss in betting on such a thing.
Aurora had an urge to interfere and started biting her lips as her energy was evaporating, but as she looked at Anas and what would he say, she found him staring back at her over Hans' shoulder with a blank expression, a high tension began holding and playing with her face, while a cold sweat ran down her cheek, but as she finally decided, she nodded to Anas with a resigned expression. Anas received the case file in one hand in a careless manner, but before he could open it, Hans had held onto his hand to stop him, "I have one little condition, though. The children have to do it themselves, the parent cannot intervene to help nor partake in the investigation." Aurora seemed more confused than ever hearing such a condition, but as Hans looked back at her with a smirk, she wiped that confusion with something more of disgust. Anas shook off Hans arm and walked past him, as he said, "That'll have to wait. Right now, she got to show me what's the use of holding onto my friend's legs."
Hans withdrew his hands into his pockets, as his children started showing up, from five, to ten, and kept flooding the place, "Fine, but just so you know, my head has quite a high price." but Anas didn't look back at all, as he grabbed Aurora's arm and dragged her in a somewhat rough manner towards her office, he simply whispered to Aurora, "Don't be liability yourself, you're making us look worse." Aurora was surprised for a second, but then chuckled and put more weight on her feet to stabilize herself. "He might have ulterior motives. It wasn't sound to bite into it." Anas held onto the door and thought of some things, "Don't give me that. You had a choice, and you chose to give me the nod. Meaning you actually wanted this. Ahm... maybe I got to stop talking so much, but it's difficult to balance it." Aurora smiled for a second, a nostalgic smile as she responded, "It's better to voice things than to keep everyone in the dark. That way, someone would know how to help you."
In the lab inside the office, and while a smell of something burning got to Anas' nose and made him uncomfortable, Aurora asked about Maj's whereabouts as she was making some coffee for herself, which Anas explained that he went back to work.
The smell of coffee got to Anas' nose and planted some feeling within him, and while Aurora had offered him a cup along with herself, he declined right away, and instead wanted to focus on the content of the bag. Aurora took a few sips of her coffee, and as some energy was coming back to her body she tried to explain, "Well, for starters, it could be used for a transplant so long three conditions are met: the desire, the object of desire and blood type should be all known, and although the blood type's condition could be written off by transferring some of the grandfather's blood to it, as we all share it, the desire and the object of it are still troublesome for parts of a deceased person. You might try to investigate their life and ask their friends and family, but no one truly knows about such matters except the person themself, unless they choose to disclose that information and make it known. For a transplant to be successful, you need to be able to imagine that desire and its shape and fuse with it along with your own desire. It's the ideal method but so it is the most troublesome, which pushes most people to give up and just threw it to the research department, hoping that they might succeed in crafting a weapon or an armor out of it that anyone might use. It might sound more efficient, but the success rate is below 0.001%. Still, some people bet on that one in a thousand chance of powering up just to change something about themself or alter their reality, er... what do you think?"