ALEXANDER
The next couple of days are spent buried in reports, maps, and sleepless nights.
No matter how many times I go over the details, nothing makes sense. Every pattern is the same as the former attacks. The timing, the routes, the methods, but we’ve ruled him out. With everything that’s happened, it can’t possibly be him behind this. And yet… the attacks follow the same rhythm as before, leading to the only possibility that it’s entirely someone else.
I’ve racked my brain trying to figure out who it could be. An old time enemy, maybe. Someone who I’ve fought in the past that’s trying to get his revenge. But no name, no trail, no whisper leads anywhere. Each lead turns to dust the moment we chase it.
By the end of the third day, even Raffa’s patience starts to wear thin. “Whoever
