However, the mood was quickly brought down by Officer Jones when he brought up another concerning topic.
"Your father is a very, very bad man. He has killed many people today, and we are trying to find him. Do you know where he could have gone?"
***
The scene paused at this point, with the real Mira turning to Alex, her eyes reflecting the depth of emotions she was feeling in this moment.
"My father didn't just 'kill many people'; he blew up a hospital, killing 2500 people as a result. Nobody made it out alive."
Mira had chosen this moment to explain just how bad of a person her father was, as the scene was made up of her memories, so she knew that it wouldn't go into any further detail about what happened, as she only found out the facts years after the fact.
Alex's eyes widened in shock.
He knew her father was sick in the head after hearing, and seeing the kinds of things he did to Mira when she was just a kid.
But this was a whole other level of fucked up.
"How could he do such a thing?"
Mira took a deep breath before continuing. "The hospital was the same one I was born in, and where my mother died. It turns out he didn't just blame me for her death, but blamed the doctors too. And then, one thing led to another, and he started blaming the whole hospital."
Alex could see where this was going. "So your father, who was an alcoholic who beat his daughter every day, also turned out to be a psychopathic mass killer as well..."
Mira nodded, her expression sombre. "Yes. He was a broken man, consumed by his grief and anger. And I, along with the hospital, was just a constant reminder of what he had lost."
***
The scene resumed.
Mira shook her head again, indicating she had no idea. Officer Jones sighed, then smiled at her reassuringly.
"That's okay. Let's forget about your father for a while and focus on you."
Mira looked worryingly at the Officer, unsure of what he meant.
But Officer Jones looked even more conflicted.
"Mira, I'm going to take care of you from now on. You won't have to go back to that house, or see that sorry excuse of a father ever again. I promise."
Mira nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. "Okay," she whispered.
Officer Jones smiled and ruffled her hair. "Good girl. Now, let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry."
Mira's stomach growled in response, and she nodded shyly. Officer Jones chuckled and stood up, holding out his hand.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen."
Mira hesitated for a moment, then shook his hand, feeling a sense of security she had never known before.
As they walked to the kitchen, Officer Jones spoke softly to her.
"I know this is all very new and scary for you, but I want you to know that you're safe now. No one will hurt you here."
Mira looked up at him, her eyes filled with a suppressed curiosity. She nodded to him, letting out a small "Thank you."
"You're a very brave girl. Things are going to get better from now on."
As they reached the kitchen, Officer Jones set about making her a simple meal.
He would have loved to present all kinds of delicious dishes to her, but feeding someone who had been starving for so long, so much food at once would only be more damaging than helpful.
Mira watched him with wide eyes, still trying to process everything that had happened, and before she knew it, a plate was placed before her.
She hesitated for a moment, before digging in, her hunger overcoming her fear.
Officer Jones sat across from her, watching her eat with a thoughtful expression.
"Mira, do you have any other family? Anyone else we can contact?"
She just shook her head.
It was just her and her father.
The scene ended there, and changed once again.