Aziel leaned back against the leather of his couch with his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes locked entirely on the flickering blue glow of the massive computer monitors filling the wall of his private study. Sitting right in front of the screens was James, one of his most brilliant and high-end cybersecurity specialists, whose fingers had been flying across the keyboard for the past three hours without a single pause. They were surrounded by stacks of paper and empty coffee cups as they desperately tried to find even a single shred of information regarding the mystery woman's identity, but they were running into absolute dead ends at every turn. There was frustratingly little to go off on because Aziel didn't even know her name, and the total lack of digital footprint was starting to make the entire search feel completely impossible.
