The shadow first lay his whole body on the protruding eaves ledge below the second-floor window. The window was closed, and if it were to be opened, it would make a large noise, alerting the guards below.
In the night, the shadow's face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes. Those eyes were as deep as the night, exuding not only an icy coldness like snow but also resolute determination.
He flipped like a cat, reaching for the dangling ornament and flipped onto the third-floor eaves ledge, then lay there, trying to see if the third-floor window could be opened.
He almost pressed his whole body against the tiled surface of the eaves. Even if someone looked up, they couldn't see anything. Of course, his situation was extremely dangerous too, as the tiles were made of glazed tiles, exceptionally slippery. If he were even slightly careless, he'd slide off the tiles entirely.
This is the third floor; if he slips down, he'll fall directly.
