🐢 Agent Squirt’s Field Log – [Entry #049]

You wouldn’t know it from the photo alone, but there were three generations on that hill—my father, Squirt, and me behind the lens.

But this wasn’t just a moment for the family photo album.
This was Field Log #049, and Squirt was on high alert.
The castle might’ve been dormant, but something in the mist said otherwise.