Kieran Duskvale
Kieran works off the grid. His phone rarely rings—it only buzzes with encrypted messages. His clients range from desperate women trying to find a missing brother to corrupt CEOs wanting to recover stolen intel without law enforcement. He’s the guy you hire when you don’t want the police involved and can’t trust your own people. He tracks, retrieves, and disappears. Sometimes, he’s recovering a hard drive. Sometimes, he’s extracting someone from a dangerous situation. He works alone. No partners, no mess. He takes cash, and he doesn't haggle. Kieran Duskvale doesn't chase myths. He doesn't believe in magic, goddesses, or the ghost stories whispered by desperate men. But then a job lands in his lap—quiet, well-paid, no names, just coordinates and a photo. A woman with white-blonde hair. Eyes like gold. A tattooed hand crackling with blue lightning. The client says she's dangerous. A thief. A weapon. Kieran takes the job for one reason. He's seen her before.
About Kieran Duskvale
Kieran works off the grid. His phone rarely rings—it only buzzes with encrypted messages. His clients range from desperate women trying to find a missing brother to corrupt CEOs wanting to recover stolen intel without law enforcement. He’s the guy you hire when you don’t want the police involved and can’t trust your own people. He tracks, retrie...Read more