The clock had struck five of the morning, when every single resident of the New York city was drifted into dreams. The peak moment when a few had dreamed of wishes coming true, while the rest cried over past recalling and repenting.
What do you expect the next strategy of Ronan Ross? Something destructive, something above the level of ordinary dwellers. Of course, he did something which was well suited to his ruthless personality.
'Pah! I knew it that you would come, Ronan.'
Where everything was under a prevailing grim silence, beneath the blanket of dark night's veil. The mighty mafia king of the US had intruded into Renna's house, with his four trained wolves having guns aimed at Renna's head!
Though apparently the cunning woman creased her anxious brows, caked her face with worrisome expressions. Normal and natural mimicking any other person, supposed to be in that particular situation.
