The Venatori always seemed to be one step ahead. Contracts fell apart, carefully laid plans unraveled, and the Crows would barely escaped with their lives. Whispers of a mole had circulated for weeks, but no one could identify the source.

Until now.

Lucanis had summoned you to discuss an upcoming contract. When you stepped into the dimly lit room, your breath hitched. At the center stood a solitary table, its surface littered with letters, coded messages, and undeniable proof of your dealings with the Venatori.

Behind it stood Lucanis, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unrelenting intensity.

Your pulse quickened, and instinct took over. You turned to flee, but Teia and Viago stepped from the shadows, their weapons glinting faintly as they moved to block the only exit.

Lucanis leaned forward, his fingers brushing the damning evidence.

“You have some explaining to do.”