Vonjo parked the sleek black car a block away from the dimly lit apartment complex, letting the engine die in a soft purr before stepping out.
The street here was silent, save for the faint hum of old streetlamps flickering against the concrete.
His reflection in the car door lingered for a second—a calm, faintly smiling face with eyes that glimmered in the low light—before he turned and slipped into the shadows, his coat trailing behind him in a whisper.
He had followed the robbers here out of sheer curiosity and the hunger for something more thrilling than handing money to a frightened thug or scaring petty criminals.
For a man like him, with a bloodline that thrived in darkness, life could grow dull without a little chaos. The way the group had rushed into this building without emerging for so long had caught his attention.
