From the top floor of the mansion, out the window of his room that was positioned so tactically that he could easily see the activities of anyone passing on the estate ground, he would often watch Xzavier jog past on his morning rounds. Like a sniper in his tower, Cadence would look down to the ground and clock Xzavier's time each time he jogged past his window.
On that fateful day, very early in the morning, Cadence rose from his bed with a spring in his step. It was way earlier than his regular wake time. In fact, the shadow of nighttime was still very much present. Cadence sprung out his bed without the haziness, or wooziness that was typical of one who had only just awakened. His mind was bright and awake, and his entire physiology followed suit.
