As Don crouched on the roof, he focused his attention on the surrounding area.
He used the presence of shadows to detect how many people were inside the warehouse—some were stationary, while others moved.
He also noticed something peculiar: after certain individuals walked a bit, he could no longer sense their presence clearly or at all. He quickly deduced they must have stepped into a well-lit area.
"I detect about 15 unique presences here," Don muttered to himself. "Five outside, and the rest inside. But I should assume there might be more in well-lit areas."
Having reached this conclusion, Don's figure faded into the shadows of the very roof he was on.
Below, outside the warehouse, the two guards Don had eavesdropped on earlier were still chatting casually, strangely relaxed.
