Target: Lock Ghost

The night was deep...

Little John Wittbach, however, hadn't gone to sleep.

He was mobilizing the forces and means he had secretly prepared, deciding to make his move.

Once Alex died,

Little John Wittbach could pin everything on his half-sibling, Saran. Whether the other party would catch on or have other means of counterattack was no longer important.

What mattered was

he just needed an excuse.

A scapegoat, a universally recognized scapegoat.

Suddenly...

The lights inside the room went out.

The surroundings plunged into darkness in an instant.

Little John Wittbach frowned and muttered in confusion, "What happened? Did someone make a move ahead of time?"

It was not possible for the Wittbach family to experience a power outage.

Unless it was deliberately cut off.

In other words, Saran might have already taken action.

"Luckily, I'm fully prepared, otherwise she might have disrupted my plans."

He said to himself.