He took my money (1)

Late at night.

In a private house in the windmill area of stefnsan, outside a single-door villa.

A man in a windbreaker walked on a cobblestone path. He calmly crossed the high fence. The magic alarm flashed but did not ring.

The man's right index finger pressed against his lips. As if this action had some magic, he passed through the courtyard full of traps and alarms without causing any movement.

After passing through the entrance, he seemed to have let down his guard and moved his index finger away from his lips.

He entered the hall, and then skillfully went around to the second floor. Just as he was about to push open the door of the study, when he put his hand on the doorknob, he seemed to feel something and suddenly turned around.

At the end of the second-floor corridor stood an old man in a suit.

A Bell rang softly, followed by a dim yellow light.