Ryo awoke with a start, the sound of glass shattering jolting him from his sleep. His heart raced as he lay still, listening intently for any further noise. The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting an eerie glow on the room. Slowly, he reached for his gun, his fingers closing around the familiar grip. He pulled his hoodie tighter, concealing his face in the shadows. He couldn't afford to expose his immunity, especially to an unknown intruder.
Silently, Ryo slipped out of bed, his movements careful and deliberate. He padded across the room and pressed his ear against the door, straining to catch any sounds from downstairs. There it was again—a faint rustling, like someone moving cautiously through the house.
