The sound of rain pittered and pattered against the cold midnight wind.
The warehouse already came into view. Seeing this weather and atmosphere, Lancel realized that the Leviathan Group had found him quite some time ago.
This was just how they operated. They always made sure to set up the perfect environment before striking, picking the right weather conditions, choosing an isolated area, and securing an easy escape route afterward.
In conditions like these, it was easy to drown out any noise and hide whatever evidence remained.
———!
The moment Lancel stepped inside, he immediately recoiled. A blade had hovered just inches from his neck, but with his quick reaction time, he managed to move back in time.
"I thought your senses would be dulled by now. But who knew you still had it in you, you deserter?"
Lancel narrowed his eyes and took a closer look. The man who had nearly killed him was one of Leviathan Group's executives. Someone he had worked closely with in the past.
