Coincidence?

In the late nights, the moon hung high above the city illuminating the structures with its silver glow.

Perched atop one of these steel giants, four figures crouched in the shadows with their eyes locked onto the twelfth-floor penthouse of a nearby building—AM Coven.

The one leading the operation, Drakos, stood at the edge with his thick arms crossed over his chest.

He had deep scars across his knuckles and his reputation in the Oni terrorist network was as solid as his muscle-bound frame.

Orlma who stood right beside him, adjusted her night-vision goggles and took a deep breath. Her silver-blond hair was tied into a tight ponytail and she bore a calm expression.

Unlike Drakos, she was methodical, favoring intelligence over brute force.