[ Ah. Rafa pauses, at that, and glances at the boy. Some of Adam’s formality has returned, to the detriment of casual conversation. He stops at the desk and leans against it, trailing his fingers over the laptop. A moment later, his fingers dance over the keys, navigating to Google and making a fresh search. Rafa glances up to meet Adam’s eyes, and then drifts back to the computer. ]

We are at war.

[ Finally, the search comes through, and Rafa pulls up one of the pictures. He turns the laptop around for Adam to see. The scene is Mediterranean, showing a deep blue sea set against a sunny backdrop. ]

This is my home. It is called Messina, a port in North-East Sicily. The bay looks calm, but it is not. The fae have fought us there for centuries. It is a…flashpoint? A front line? And it is not the only one.

Recently another Door opened, one that was long closed. Some fae escaped, and fled, and since then I have hunted them. Something drew them here, I do not know what. But I can smell the magic here, the same magic that is on you, and I suspect that is what calls to them. It is likely why the faerie I found here was outside your home. I thought they sought the Church, to avoid me, but now I think it was you they came to find.

[ He watches Adam, waiting to see how he’ll react. Whether he will believe, or whether he will still seek to deny what is in front of him. ]