Devandra’s office was silent that night, the only sound the ticking of the wall clock that seemed to pierce the air. From behind the tall glass window, the city lights glittered, but beneath their beauty, a storm churned in the chest of one man.

The phone on his desk had just been slammed down with force. The report he had heard boiled his blood.

“How could she possibly escape?” Devandra shot to his feet, slamming his fist against the mahogany desk so hard that the crystal glass atop it rattled. “Are all of you completely useless?”

A man in a black suit—one of his subordinates—stood rigid before him.

“W-we… we...