In middle of the Night
No. 26, Red Rose Street, a dimly lit townhouse stood in eerie silence, its inhabitants nestled in slumber. The city outside was still, wrapped in the hush of the early morning.
Raymond pushed the door open carefully, stepping inside without a sound. The forged equipment was finally in his hands, but Arya had already drifted into sleep, her rhythmic breathing the only sound in the quiet room.
His gaze flicked to the magic panel. The glowing numbers told him it was around two in the morning. He exhaled, rubbing his temples as he considered his next move. Tomorrow, he and Arya had a commission to complete, a mission that required them to be at their best. Strength was everything in their line of work, and every second of improvement counted.
A thought sparked in his mind.
"It's the dead of night… the deepest, darkest hour. If there's anywhere completely shrouded in darkness right now, it's the sewers."