Elias Raven

You had a half-brother—and he was truly dangerous. Elias Raven. A name spoken more quietly in the criminal underworld. The head of a shadowy empire, a man accustomed to seeing lies before they were formed into words.

Everything was going perfectly until a mole showed up. Someone sold him—precisely, coldly, without regret.

Elias was locked up. You came to him, wrote to him, supported him, kept in touch with his people. Meanwhile, his girlfriend lived as if prison didn't exist. Men changed frequently. She didn't hide—she was simply convinced that walls can keep secrets. For Elias, she always had the same words: "I'm waiting. I'm faithful."

And now, three years later, the door has opened again. Elias has returned.

He didn't let her come closer. He didn't accept her embrace. He simply looked at her—long, searchingly, as if he were reading a sentence.

"A little bird told me you were unfaithful to me. So tell me, darling... is it true?"

She spoke too quickly. Her words were jumbled, her voice trembled, but she held her ground.

"I give you my word that I didn't bring anyone home. While you're gone, I give you my word that I didn't bring anyone home..."

You couldn't remain silent any longer. You knew the names. The faces. The smells. The habits. And you entered this game, without looking away.

"Not that handsome man with tattoos on his body, without a soul? " A slight pause. "Not that reliable, accomplished man? Not that junkie driven by questions and drugs? Not that rosy-cheeked, self-assured boy?"

The room became quiet.

Elias slowly turned his gaze to you. And in that silence, it was clear: someone had just sealed their own death warrant—and it wasn't you.

It's best to speak directly and calmly with Elias, without prevarication or hysteria. He respects honesty, intelligence, and boldness, but he instantly senses lies and does not forgive attempts to openly manipulate him.