- Caelum POV -
Caelum stood inside the rented room and began placing his prepared tools across the small table.
Caelum was a meticulous and orderly man, almost a perfectionist, because his work required the precision of a surgeon.
That was the plain truth of it. A careless assassin could kill once. A careless spy could survive once. Caelum's work demanded more than survival. It demanded repetition, patience, and the ability to leave a place with fewer traces than the dust already gathered there.
One by one, he summoned the objects he intended to use.
The first were three small glass bottles, each vial no longer than two fingers. The liquid inside them did not share color, scent, or purpose. One held poison capable of killing instantly. A single drop was enough. The curious part was that almost two years ago, one of those vials had disappeared. Caelum had never forgotten that. He did not forget losses, especially losses measured in drops.
