As night slowly descended on the city, Hunter Logan's plain apartment was wrought in darkness, and the small dim lighting made the trophies hung on the wall have an awry shade that would leave anyone who came into the room for the first time scared, and doubt the sanity of the one who owned the place.

Despite all of this, Jake sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered and his hands clasped on his head in front of the placid-looking hunter who just stared at a distant spot, holding a glass of water in his hands as he slowly sipped on it.

They both seemed to...