The winter fog enveloped all of Klento that night, including the warehouse, providing a natural cover that Victor used to his advantage.
The air was cold, and the humidity made the city glow under the light of the iron street lamps. But with such good street lighting, the shadows in the darkest corners were long and even more frightening.
Victor adjusted the hood of his cloak, hiding his face even more, and observed the movements of the approaching guard. The man walked slowly, aware of his surroundings but unaware of the imminent danger. When the guard was close enough, Victor, like a ghost in the night, emerged from the shadows and, with a swift and precise movement, killed the guard by striking him in the neck. The man fell without a sound, and Victor quickly dragged him into the darkness as well.
