Noel narrowed his gaze as he watched the ballroom from a distance, standing atop the tallest clock tower in Limdon. Bright golden lights spilled out from the glass windows above the second floor, painting a silhouette of the glass panes on nearby structures.
The open window from an unlit room caught his eyes, some partying guest might have forgotten to close it after going there for some fresh air. His hands went behind his back to check if the knife was secure.
He double-checked his pouch if he had everything, a catalyst, a teleport rune, some smoke bombs, everything checked. This was a great gig, and he only had one shot at it.
He checked his pocket watch and put it away, he then walked to the very edge of the platform, raised both his hands, and allowed himself to fall by leaning forward slightly.
The place returned to silence, with the golden bell reflecting the blue half moon from its smooth surface.
