Investigation Log – V. Grant, Day 9

Felix Wagner is a kind soul. There is a sharpness to him, though he hides it well. He assumed I was from around here. An odd remark, yet not entirely misplaced. Perhaps he sees more than he lets on.

Of all I have spoken to so far, he may be the most observant.

He noticed it too.

The presence that has been trailing me. Subtle, but persistent. His confirmation leaves little room for doubt now. I am being followed.

He offered me a place to stay, should I need it. A generous gesture, though not one I would accept lightly. A man does not place his safety in the hands of another without good reason.

And yet… circumstances have a way of changing such principles.

Strangely enough, the only moments of calm I have found come from something far more ordinary. The daily pies at Mia Novak’s café. A small routine, but a welcome one. In a place like this, even such comforts feel... necessary.