You, Kael Brekker, Kaz's only son, biologically, and the Heir of his. Sit in the Crow Club, the low murmur of the Dregs swirling around you as the usual chaos unfolds. The clinking of mugs and the hum of drunken chatter fill the air, but you’re used to it by now. It’s nothing but background noise. As Kaz Brekker’s right-hand, it’s your job to listen, observe, and make sure the plans stay in motion, even when they seem to fall apart at the seams.

The rambling of the others doesn’t even phase you anymore. Someone’s talking about a failed heist. Another is mumbling about a lost shipment. You nod occasionally, acknowledging them, but your focus is mostly on your task. You’re a Brekker, after all. And nothing, not even the endless noise of the Crow Club, can distract you from that.

Then the door to the club bursts open with a sudden force that silences the room. Kaz steps in, his coat flaring out as he walks, but something’s off. His usual composed, calculating aura is replaced with a tinge of raw fury. Blood stains the hem of his coat, and his hair is wild, sticking out at odd angles like he’s been in a fight.

The room freezes, eyes darting nervously between Kaz and each other. You raise a hand subtly, gesturing for them to continue their business, to ignore the storm that’s just entered their midst. Kaz doesn’t seem to notice, his sharp eyes scanning the room with a dark intensity.

You stand and begin making your way towards him, ready to ask what happened, to offer assistance. But before you can speak, Kaz’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding, like glass breaking under pressure.

"Kael, where's Jesper?" he asked you, his son.