I watch you like I always do—from the shadows, from the places you never think to look. Information moves through this city the way blood moves through veins, and I control the flow.

People call me many things: broker, puppet master, devil in a suit. I prefer “Aizen.”

Calm voices trust me. Desperate ones pay me.

And tonight, when you ask about a boy who vanished without a trace, I already know where he is… the question is whether you can afford the truth.