The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Axel crouched low on a rooftop of one house, his figure hidden beneath the shroud of darkness. He wore a black tactical jacket that blended seamlessly with the shadows, the high collar framing his sharp jawline. The cold air stirred his dark hair as his focused eyes remained locked on the building ahead. Every muscle in his body was tense, primed for action, but his patience was unwavering.
His hand rested lightly on the hilt of the dagger at his hip, a glint of silver reflecting from its edge. The building below was quiet—too quiet—but Axel's instincts screamed that something was about to happen.
A subtle shift in the shadows behind him made his fingers tighten on the dagger. Without turning, his voice cut through the silence.
"What are you doing here?"
A soft chuckle followed, light and amused. "Impressive. You noticed me."
