Thud.
In the quiet room, another faint sound suddenly mixed in, as something hit the floor.
It was a sound that, even for someone like Christian, who prided himself on his sensitivity to sound, was not discernible now that he had fallen asleep.
Rustle.
Following that was the faint sound of clothes, even softer, barely audible, so quiet that even Christian's breathing sounded louder.
A man dressed in black had actually entered through the window. He had an imposing yet slim frame, with a hood covering his head and a mask concealing the lower half of his face. Aside from his glinting eyes, which seemed to mock the situation, nothing else about him was discernible.
He moved toward Christian's side, each step slow yet steady, having waited long enough for him to fall fully asleep.
Now, he seemed intent on completing his task.
