Kiaran stood on top of a hidden building within the forest in silence. The wind fought with him, blowing his dark hair and black trench coat. A mask adorned half of his face as his sapphire eyes stared down at the dancing leaves below him.
The half-moon was in sight, watching the mercenary standing alone on top of a rooftop. It shined through the night, high up in the sky as the world went to sleep. It just stood there, stalking the humans with its beauty.
The mercenary looked up to the moon for a second, letting his blue eyes meet with the beautiful white light that it stole from the sun. When he diverted his gaze, the teen who was often mistaken as an adult jogged his way to the edge of the rooftop.
He looked down at one of the windows and scanned it. A sideways smile tugged on his lips behind his black mask as he took out his rope gun. The mercenary took a few steps behind slowly before sprinting to the edge and jumping into the air.
