The voice grew fainter and the officer's eyes turned to the child sitting in the office chair.,The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.,Only mud remained, mixed with debris, dust, and paper, indistinguishable from each other, a sight that shocked the eyes.。