Third Person's POV
Every step he took landed without sound despite his colossal frame, like an experienced predator moving through its den.
The faint bloody moonlight bled across the stone walls and cast grotesque shadows that writhed as he passed.
His sharp black eyes darted with habitual caution and scanned each corridor and junction as though unseen eyes might be watching.
At last, he reached the top floor of one of the unremarkable, nondescript wings of the fortress.
Before him stood a small, plain-looking old door, ordinary enough to be overlooked by anyone who didn't know about it beforehand.
He paused and swept the bloody-lit hallway with one last glance, and only when he was sure that no one was in sight did he stoop low, open the door with deliberate care, and slip inside.
The door shut behind him with a faint, final click that didn't sound at all in the silent dark of the night.
