Shinon stood at the settlement gates. The unfamiliar cool breeze rustled his hoodie, its fabric concealing his features in shadow. Clad in all-black clothing, a backpack slung over his shoulder, he embodied the essence of stealth and readiness.
Unfortunately for him, his partner did not share the same sentiment and was running late. He had accepted Selena's invitation to join her on the mission to take care of the bandits, but the waiting slowly tested his patience.
They were supposed to leave before sunset, but now the sun was about to disappear, yet there was no sign of Selena.
Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, and Shinon grew restless. His mind wandered to the concept of punctuality, his annoyance at the delay simmering beneath the surface.
