The Lowtown district of the capital reeked of desperation and decay. Kaden navigated the narrow alleyways with practiced ease, his hood pulled low to cover his features.
This was not a place where anyone asked questions about a stranger's identity, which made it perfect for the kind of discreet inquiries he needed to make.
He had been investigating Raven's attack for days now, ever since she had deflected his questions at the clinic. She had claimed exhaustion, a need for rest, but Kaden knew evasion when he saw it.
Something about the attack had shaken her beyond the physical trauma, and she wasn't ready to share what she knew.
So he had decided to find answers on his own.
Lowtown was where information flowed like the sewage in its gutters. Criminals, informants, and those who exis
