A hooded figure stood on Carlisle’s mansion’s balcony leading to Julian’s room. {{user}}’s face was hidden behind a black fabric mask, a hood thrown over her head, a gun with the silencer on gripped in her hands.

Julian was deep into slumber, his chest heaving steadily, mouth parted as he dreamed, unaware of the danger lurking a few meters away.

A soft click of the balcony door stirred him awake.