**SIDE STORY (D-day)
Behind the small house near the bridge separating the central and south of Kashjai, a lone figure was hiding in the dark alleyway.
Blood dripped from its lips, and its golden eyes gleamed in the dark, fueling its anticipation for the target a few feet away from where it was.
A man wearing a white collared shirt and black pants had passed by. His head was lowered while his shoulders sagged as he walked along, not sensing the ominous presence in the alley.
He had with him a small work bag. Upon reaching the front door of the tiny house, the man pulled out a set of keys that jingled when he selected the one that would fit the door of the house.
Oblivious to the onlooker, the individual listened to the sound of the click, allowing him to twist the knob and permitting entrance to the house he called home.
