KAZIEL
Danika quickly folds her hands behind her, turning to face the approaching figure. Whoever this person is, they know who I used to be. But they have no scent. Therefore, I can't tell if he's human or not. He smiles at me, his brown eyes twinkling.
"Do you remember me, doctor? You saved my sister a year ago. They said she was brain dead, and you fixed her," he says, and I blink.
I've saved quite a number of lives, it's difficult to keep track of them. Even the ones that came back to bite me in the ass.
"My name's Alvin," he says, handing me a business card. "I'm deeply indebted to you. If you ever need my assistance, please don't hesitate to call."
He hurries away after apologizing to Danika. Then I glance down at the card. Something's off.
Frowning, I toss it on the ground, cr
