Kreves arrived at his building, still seething over losing his only chance to uncover the truth about his past. He had no other sources to turn to for answers. His uncles would say nothing more, and he doubted Akalena had any additional helpful information. Even his own memories were failing him. He had been just a child when it all happened, and any relevant details about those fateful days had likely never been revealed to him.
A flood of thoughts overwhelmed Kreves’ mind as he tried to devise another opportunity to face the murderer and finally get his questions answered. As he inserted the key into the door, he felt a sharp, heavy blow to the back of his neck, making him lose consciousness almost instantly. However, before darkness completely consumed him, he tried to catch a glimpse
