Whatever Red Eye's demands might be, as long as Lilianne's safety could be assured, Harry was confident nothing was beyond his capability to resolve.
But this action had vanished without a trace, eliciting no response.
Red Eye seemed utterly indifferent to his plight, devoid of any suggestive contact or message.
Or perhaps Red Eye's aims were never about this at all; maybe he simply relished watching Harry's desperate floundering?
Closing the ledger, Harry glanced at the flickering lamp on his desk, his eyes clouded with gloom.
Suddenly, a chill ran through him, and the lamp swayed.
Turning around, he realized the window had been opened at some unknown moment.
Instinctively rising to close it, Harry froze in front of the window.
He saw a vague figure on a distant rooftop.
Who was it?
Red Eye?
"What are you looking at?"
A stranger's voice echoed in Harry's ear!
