Sitting in his home office, Zayan was deeply engrossed in his work. The room was silent except for the sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard.

However, despite his focus, there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind. He sighed heavily and tossed his glasses onto the desk before rubbing his palm against his face, trying to ease the tension. “Izel…” he murmured under his breath as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.