The moment he saw the note, even without considering if it was true or if he was being lured into a trap, with his heart pounding in his chest, Ethan wasted no time as he hastily gathered his belongings and sprinted towards the location mentioned in the note.
With each step, his mind raced with thoughts of Emily's safety and the implications of the information he held.
The urgency of the situation spurred him on, his training instincts kicking in as he navigated to the streets of the Lactarian District.
Though Ethan wasn't that familiar with the address, the technology was.
'Assassin….I hope I am not late.'
The night air was crisp and cold, but Ethan barely registered the chill as adrenaline-fueled his movements.
As he neared 7th Street, Ethan's senses sharpened, scanning his surroundings for any signs of danger. His muscles tensed, prepared for whatever awaited him at the designated location.
