Stark Differences

Maddison scrunched her face in thought for a moment, and Azrael waited patiently as she tried to remember if she had heard anything about the location before.

Finally, after a few seconds, Maddison's eyes went wide in realization.

"Yeah, it's in a mansion in the Emerald Estate. It belongs to a man named Harold Sabastine, I think. My brother took me there once for a party, but I didn't really enjoy it."

Harold Sabastine?

Azrael felt the mild hope that had risen in his heart dying out slowly, but he held onto the hope and started to type on his phone. Azrael had been searching since yesterday, trying to find anything on Harold Javier, and there had been nothing but dead end after dead end.

What were the chances that the reason he couldn't find anything about Harold Javier was because the boy had changed his name?

It was a stretch. A very long stretch.