Raphael Earhart
— What exactly do you want to know?
Ten, as if unsure whether he even deserved to share the same air as me, avoided eye contact, his gaze drifting into nothingness. But upon closer inspection, it was clear—his vision was veiled in a shapeless fog, unfocused, detached from any tangible memory.
— Everything. In full detail, — I stated calmly. — Every enterprise besides the brothel and the black market. Every affiliated family, every mediator, every contact—both in this city and beyond. Leave nothing out.
— You already know about the brothel and the black market?
Ten spoke like a fading shadow, still hoping that somewhere within that knowledge lay a lifeline to spare his miserable existence.
— More than that. We've already destroyed them. The head of the guard and Adir are no longer breathing. Helion, the elf who ran the brothel, unfortunately slipped away.
