Raeayan stormed into his mansion; the imposing structure quiet in the dead of night. A single light burned in his study, casting long shadows across the room. Without wasting a second, he picked up the phone on his desk and dialled his most trusted associate, who answered on the first ring.

"Did you find them yet?" his voice was cold, controlled, but his eyes burned with a dangerous glint. His patience had worn thin over the past seven years, and he was growing weary of hearing the same empty assurances. "When the hell am I going to get the location? How did you lose track of them in the first place?"