Keira fell silent for a moment. It didn't seem likely.
There were only a handful of people who knew her true identity.
Keira Olsen had died in the shipwreck off the coast of Oceanion. The person alive now was her sister, Keera.
She quickly regained her composure, eyes fixed on her phone.
The text message on the screen was cold, devoid of warmth.
She pondered for a few seconds, then unlocked her phone and initiated a video call.
If the other person knew who she was, they had to have seen her face before. No point in hiding. If they had the guts to pick up, she'd finally get to see what the infamous Eagle looked like.
The call rang. Keira watched in silence.
It rang for what felt like forever. No answer.
She lowered her gaze, ready to hang up—
Then, suddenly, the call connected.
Keira's pupils contracted slightly in disbelief.
A stranger appeared on the screen—a woman with an unmistakably East Asian face.
