The man in the trench coat gazed into Theo's clear, bright eyes. An inexplicable sense of familiarity washed over him, tugging at his heart. He took a few involuntary steps forward. "You..." Theo saw his outstretched hand and recoiled. Unexpectedly, the man's hand swerved, moving behind Theo instead. Theo felt a gust of wind brush his face. The man in the trench coat then walked past him and confronted a man in a cap who was playing a game console.

"Give me your phone," the trench coat man said, his tone even but dignified.

"Are you fucking crazy?" the man in the cap retorted.

The trench coat man, his expression unchanged, twisted the cap man's arm and calmly repeated, "Give me your phone."

The cap man screamed in pain. Overwhelmed, he whimpered, "It's in my pocket, my right pocket!"

Theo jogged over. "What's going on?"

"He was secretly taking pictures of you," the trench coat man explained, handing Theo the phone. "It's full of your photos."

Theo examined the phone. "What the hell? Photos of me! And it started last week!" He was enraged. He slapped the cap man. "Let me ask you, what were you doing?"

The cap man stammered, unable to answer. The trench coat man said calmly, "Send him to the police station. No need for nonsense."

"Don't, don't! I just took a few pictures to make money. I didn't mean anything else!" The cap man's plea for mercy was desperate.

Theo, certain of the man's lies, said sternly, "Are you trying to kidnap me? This was premeditated. My visits to the arcade are unpredictable, yet you managed to take pictures every time."

He turned to the trench coat man. "Sir, let's send him to the police station." The trench coat man nodded.

Shortly after the cap man arrived at the police station, he confessed. He'd been selling Theo's photos to a website catering to wealthy individuals with predatory interests in children. High-quality photos fetched thousands of dollars; sending a child to them commanded an even higher price. They'd planned to abduct Theo that day, having contacted a buyer and mapped an escape route. Without the trench coat man's intervention, they likely would have succeeded.

Based on the cap man's confession, the police apprehended his accomplices and even disrupted the website's operation.

Maeve, frantically worried, received a call from the police station. She feared for Theo's safety. However, upon arrival, she found him surrounded by officers, happily clutching a pile of snacks and smiling. He wasn't afraid at all.

"Mommy!" Theo exclaimed, running to hug her. "Why are you only here now? I was so scared!"

Maeve was speechless. If only he'd put down the snacks first, she thought.

"I've heard everything," Maeve said, examining Theo. "Dear, are you hurt anywhere?"

Noticing her slightly bent knee, Theo frowned. "Mommy, I'm fine. But what's wrong with your knee?"

"I just bumped it. It's nothing," Maeve evaded. (She'd already applied ice and medicine.) "Really? You can't lie to a child!"

"I'm really fine," Maeve insisted, "But you... are you alright?"

Theo shook his head, gesturing towards the trench coat man. "Mommy, this gentleman saved me! He's great at fighting!"

Maeve thanked the man profusely. "Sir, thank you so much for saving my son. How can I ever repay you?"

The trench coat man quietly replied, "No need..."

Before Maeve could continue, a gurgling sound came from the man's stomach. He looked listless, seemingly unaware of his hunger.

Maeve, instead of pressing further, suggested, "Sir, my house is nearby, and it's almost dinner time. Would you join us?"

"Sir, let's eat together! Mommy's cooking is the best!" Theo chirped.

The trench coat man remained unmoved; he only wanted peace and quiet. He'd lost his appetite, vomiting whatever he ate. He glanced at Maeve's face and finally agreed. He seemed to recognize her.

He helped Maeve around the house, and Theo wouldn’t let her do any cooking.

Dinner was served. Maeve and Theo enthusiastically served the trench coat man. His table manners were impeccable, even elegant, but his clothes were old and worn. He looked oddly out of place.

After a few bites, he suddenly spat out his food. "Sir, are you alright?" Maeve asked, offering him water. "Don't you like the food?"

Theo noticed something. "Sir, are you...anorexic?"

The man paled. "A little," he said apologetically. "Your food is delicious. It's my problem. I hope I didn't spoil your appetite."