The lone figure stood on the edge of the towering balcony, his crimson robes rippling like liquid fire in the cool night breeze.
The city spread beneath him, a vast expanse of rooftops, winding streets, and lantern-lit alleys, all bathed in the pale silver glow of the moon.
But he paid no heed to the bustling life below. His focus remained locked onto a single structure in the city's heart.
A grand, white mansion.
His irises gleamed an eerie blue as he stared, his gaze like a sharpened blade slicing through the veil of the night.
There was something about that estate, something hidden beneath its polished exterior. He could feel it, an unnatural presence humming beneath the layers of marble and glass, just beyond his reach.
He narrowed his eyes, pushing his focus further, attempting to unravel the unseen threads of power.
