"Blessings from the tree, huh?"
The idea of a magical tree was cute to say the least, like with any kind of fortune telling service or rumor. He leans against a wall and places both hands on the concrete wall, making soft but quick taps as if mimicking a rythm. He pays attention to the story as he does this, and thus, his mind is filled with thoughts. Indeed, this was truly despicable, people like this made his father's and brother's job difficult.
"Are the police doing anything?"
The man sighs, it was clear it was not the case, or it was at least not in their power to do much.
"Maybe you need help."