From within the darkness outside the tower, a red-eyed crow flew into the night sky without a sound.
Suddenly, from a brightly lit room located on the fourth floor of the tower, a crimson glow ignited, shooting through the window and hitting the crow, making it explode into a huge clump of blood mist that covered the night sky.
"Hmph, this is the fourth one! What exactly does that Fatal Shot want to do?" Bleia gently put away the crimson bow in her hand, cursing angrily, "Does he wants me to have a heart-to-heart talk with him now?"
"It looks like few of them have collaborated again!" While busy with his own stuff, Leon casually responded.
Bleia tilted her head and gave it a thought, before nodding her head, agreeing to Leon's opinion.
