NICHOLAS’S POV
Victor wasn’t an easy man to track. He moved like a ghost, slipping through places unnoticed, leaving only whispers in his wake. But this time, I was prepared.
Caleb had pinpointed his next destination—the outskirts of town, near an abandoned railway station. A location that once held significance for my father’s generation, is now reduced to nothing but rusted steel and forgotten history.
I rode toward the meeting point, my movements calculated. The night air was crisp, the sky devoid of clouds, allowing the moon to cast its silver glow over the empty land.
Victor was waiting.
He stood near one of the collapsed structures, his stance as composed as ever. There was something in his posture—relaxed, yet aware. He knew I had come for answers.
"You found the led
