Finding Kofo
The night hung heavy with anticipation, a stillness broken only by the words that danced upon the air. Erwin's question sliced through the silence like a blade, a demand for answers that sent ripples of curiosity through the assembled group. Klaus and his friends stood aside, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and bewilderment, bystanders to a conversation that was as enigmatic as it was urgent.
The trio from the green house, Peter, Max, and Sage, carried an air of concern that was palpable, a sense of worry etched upon their features. Erwin's inquiry pierced the veil of uncertainty, a single question that held the promise of unveiling the secrets that lay beneath the surface.
"Well, yes and no," Max's voice held a note of tension, a thread of unease that underscored his words. The weight of their revelation hung in the air, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. Klaus's gaze flitted between the figures, his curiosity piqued by the puzzle that was unfolding before them.