"Hmm. It seems like Byron has no clue about it. Then again, perhaps the intel he received differs from what Grandpa and I know. Byron believes Borisin is dead—meaning his informant must've told him that at the time. Yet, Byron's reaction gives me another angle of examining the situation; he should've been pleased to know Borisin's alive, and his smile should be sincere. However, Byron looks terrified instead of emotional or delighted," Darius mused with his arms crossed. "Indeed, something about Byron doesn't seem right. Still, it's crystal clear that I won't get an answer as to why. After all, Byron and Borisin will never tell me what happened between them. I suppose there's no use wasting more time on these two."

With that, Darius dusted his shoulders, crossed his arms again, and leisurely strolled out of the basement. He knew the best way of getting answers was to ask his grandfather. Before Darius could set foot outside of the basement door, a series of anxious footsteps neared hi