Rainer Kade walked down the dimly lit street, his footsteps echoing against the wet pavement. The drizzle soaked through his black coat, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the world around him—people hurrying by, heads down, lost in their own lives. He simply moved through it, detached, his eyes scanning the darkness with cold, calculating intent. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, the glow briefly illuminating his sharp features. He took a drag, letting the smoke curl into the air, waiting. For what, he didn’t know. But it would come. It always did.