Ryuu let out a long, slow exhale, watching the last remnants of his careful, shadow-weaving approach dissolve into absolute nothingness. Hours of agonisingly slow footsteps, of matching his breathing, masking his signature, becoming invisible, all gone up in smoke because of a single, unseen voice.
Ah, well. Whatever. He tossed his head back, adjusting his posture from a tense, predatory crouch to a fluid, nonchalant lean. If you can't blend into the shadows, you might as well control the spotlight.
