Kaelan slowly sat down on the chair near the window.
Even though the shadow restraints had disappeared, he remained on guard. His twin daggers rested firmly in his hands, ready to strike at any moment.
The mysterious man continued leaning casually against the window, as if he were visiting an old friend rather than breaking into one of the most heavily guarded estates in the Empire.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Kaelan finally spoke.
"...Who are you?"
The masked man answered without hesitation.
"Shadow."
Kaelan frowned.
"I don't mean your name. Who are you? Why are you here? And who sent you?"
The man simply shrugged.
"I already told you. I'm Shadow. No one send me. I came here on my accord. And I'm here because I have something very special to discuss with you."
Kaelan's brows knitted together.
"...Something special?"
Shadow gave a mysterious chuckle.
"You see... I'm Shadow. And I worship Death."
Silence filled the room.
