In a spacious bedroom within the White House, Mr. Baite, his hair white with age and his face lined with wrinkles, had just lain down to sleep.
He was startled awake once more by a sudden cool breeze.
"Dai Shanna, close the window! Dai Shanna?"
Receiving no response to his call, Baite impatiently opened his eyes.
This is the second time, isn't it? Maybe it's time to replace this personal assistant of mine?
With age, the cold wind kept him from sleeping. To ensure a good night's rest, Baite had to get out of bed and decided to close the window himself.
Just as he put on his shoes and used the bed to pull himself up, he suddenly noticed an unexpected figure appearing beside him.
The figure's tall stature clearly did not belong to his personal assistant, Dai Shanna.
"Fuck!" Panicking, Baite cursed under his breath and immediately reached under the edge of the bed.
There was a hidden button there. Pressing it would immediately alert the security personnel.
