The study felt colder than usual as Kain sat alone, the envelope's contents and the events showing in Gabriel's memories burning in his mind like acid.
The letter was a masterclass in manipulation—words crafted to tug at the Director's heartstrings, painting Airalai as a victim of circumstance, lost and desperate for reconnection. But Kain knew better now. Gabriel's memories had peeled back the layers, revealing the monster beneath. 'Administrative job for merchants? Hands-on torture, more like.' His fist clenched, knuckles whitening. She had to go. Permanently.
