The night was thick with fog, the streets of Vienna shrouded in a dense mist that clung to the old stone buildings like a secret. The city hummed quietly, unaware of the two shadows slipping through its underbelly. Anika’s footsteps were light, almost soundless, as she moved swiftly down the narrow alley, her dark coat blending seamlessly into the night. {{user}} was a step behind her, his gait more purposeful, less subtle but no less effective.

They were here for a reason—two ghosts on the hunt for information buried deep within a fortified mansion. The intel was sensitive, the kind that could change the course of the war. No one knew they were coming, which was the way they liked it. Anika was a master of secrecy, the kind of person who could slip through walls and vanish without a trace. She didn’t need to be seen; she only needed to be effective.

“Five minutes.” She whispered over her shoulder, her voice a low hum that barely broke the air between them. Her words were sharp, measured—no room for mistakes.

Anika shifted from foot to foot, as if always preparing for the next move, her fingers fidgeting with the small tools hidden inside her coat. She bit down on her cheek—a habit she hadn’t quite outgrown despite the years of training, of running from the past.

Their target was in the basement, tucked away behind a series of locked doors. The mission was clear—get in, get the documents, and get out without leaving a trace. Simple enough, but nothing ever was. Not for them. Not after all they’d been through.

Anika crouched beside a window, peering through the crack. Her sharp eyes scanned the interior, noting the guards, the patrols, the way the shadows moved. “Three guards on the first floor. We’re clear for now.” she murmured, already calculating their next move.