Abel was completely unaware that his house was broken into as he slept. In fact, he had been unaware that he had been followed ever since he left his new flat on Highfield Street.
While he was deeply asleep, muttering gibberish now and then, the door to his bedroom slowly opened.
The three men silently walked in. The light from the moon faintly illuminated their faces—all of them were middle-aged men.
They were dressed in black from head to toe, except for their white shirts.
The man in the lead gestured to one of them—a burly man—to approach Abel, to which the latter nodded. Then, the first man signaled to the other man to stand by the window.
Finally, he remained standing by the door, watching everything unfold before his calm brown eyes.
The burly man approached Abel with silent and measured steps. Despite the wooden floorboard creaking from his heavy weight, strangely enough, no sound was produced.
