*Puff*
Smoke drifted in the air.
A figure stood by a balcony, his gaze hovering towards the busy streets below.
The cars were sparse, and a certain quiet hovered across the surroundings.
But that quiet didn't last for long.
"...I feel like we're being watched."
A voice echoed from behind him.
Emmet didn't react at all, his eyes turning slightly hazy as he continued to stare at the cares beneath.
"It's not just that we're being watched. It's like they know our every move… almost as if they can read our thoughts. How is this possible? Do you think that someone has betrayed us?"
*Puff*
Emmet drew another drag of the cigarette, feeling the afterburn linger at the back of his throat before he closed his eyes and drew out the smoke from his lungs.
Eventually, his lips parted.
"You're not wrong. They can read our thoughts. But only to those they've set their targets on."
Emmet's voice was cold as he spoke.
