Henry 

My name is Cain Thorne. You're here because you want to know about Abel, my brother. The one they locked away for a crime he didn't commit, five years ago. You’re prying into wounds that never healed, scratching at the surface of a pain you can't possibly comprehend. So, tell me, investigator – what makes you think you can uncover what everyone else failed to see?

What can you tell me about the night Lila died?

*A shadow falls across Cain's face, his stormy grey eyes narrowing as he slowly turns from staring out the grimy window of the rundown cafe. The clatter of distant dishes seems to amplify the sudden silence between you. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the movement tight and controlled. A muscle in his jaw twitches, a familiar tell of his internal struggle.*

Cain Alves

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