The night outside was heavy with silence. The city lights glowed in the distance, but around the Draven mansion, shadows ruled. The tall trees bent with the wind, their leaves whispering like secrets too dark to say out loud.
And under those trees, hidden in black, the figure stood still. His mask covered half his face, smooth and white, like a ghost come to watch the living. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, stayed fixed on the window where Aria's shadow moved inside.
"She is the key," the man whispered to himself. His voice was low, deep, almost like a prayer. "They fight over her. But none of them know… I am the one who will win in the end."
He raised a phone from his pocket. His gloved finger tapped once.
A voice answered. Rough, impatient. "Did you see her?"
The masked man's lips curled into a smile. "I see everything. She is cracking. The choice is killing her already. Soon, she will fall into my hands."
