366: I hate trouble

In the pivotal moment, just as the knife was poised to lacerate Rihanna's neck, Caleb materialized out of thin air with an almost supernatural grace. His presence disrupted the impending danger, and he deftly stopped the tip of the knife with the mere touch of his fingertips, a testament to his enhanced abilities.

Rihanna, wide-eyed and trembling, stared at Caleb with a mix of astonishment and relief. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the echo of the halted threat against her life.

The other maid, Juls, recoiled, her eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and frustration. "How did you—?" she began, her voice caught between shock and resentment.

Caleb, maintaining an air of calm authority, interrupted her query. "Every corner of this mansion is within my vision," he explained, his tone steady and unwavering. "Nothing escapes my perception."