Azriel's Point Of View
Draven unlocked his phone, the pale light bouncing off his sharp, unblinking eyes as his thumb flicked across the screen with practiced efficiency. He had the look of a man who had already read the file a dozen times over, memorizing every damning line before bringing it to us.
There was something almost reverent in the way he handled the device, as if the information it held carried the weight of a verdict rather than a mere report.
"As for who he actually is," Draven started, his tone dropping into that terrifyingly level register he used when dissecting an enemy, "he grew up with Nadia in the exact same orphanage. Before Mom ever stepped foot in that building, Jerry was already there."
