Deep Wounds

Avery Miller slept deeply, undisturbed since the incident with Mr. Yamada, whom she had stunned with a taser. Everyone else had retired for the night, even the insects in the corners had quieted down, tired from their day's labors. The world had become eerily silent, with only the occasional rustle of grass, barely noticeable.

In the dimly lit night of Tokyo, buildings stood tall against the darkened sky. At a corner of a certain mansion, the light in one room remained on. A tall, handsome man stood by the window, his sharp features set against the soft light, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his deep, dark eyes staring out into the distance. She must be deeply asleep by now.