In the early morning hours of the morning, Loid went on a daily run through Ostania. The runs helped him to keep in shape and to keep tabs on the community. He often took this as a chance to look out for suspicious activity, targets, or to think, like this morning.

Loid stopped on the corner, when he noticed an individual sitting at a table with a newspaper, tea, and…sunglasses. To anyone else, it made sense, but to Loid, it was a too perfect disguise. This was a spy…but from which side?