Anthony sat in his study for what felt like an eternity. His thoughts spiraled endlessly, looping over everything that had just occurred. The encounter defied all logic. A man had entered his heavily guarded home, appeared in his private study without a single sound, conversed with him as though they were old acquaintances, and then simply vanished… right in front of his eyes. No doors opened, no shadows shifted. He was just… gone.
His heart pounded as he leaned back in his chair. He had heard whispers before… which he treated as rumors, about individuals with supernatural abilities. But that realm had always been in the special domain buried in the classified corners of MI5 or MI6 where even the highest ranking officials rarely permitted to venture.
Others treated this kind of story like fictions and from fantasy novels. No one liked to discuss such things seriously. They were fairy tales meant to scare children or entertain adults. Or so he had thought.
