Inside the room, the young man lying on the bed suddenly leaped up, his flying dagger sliding into his palm at the same moment.
He peered through the peephole, but the corridor outside was empty.
At that moment, a knock on the door startled him once again.
In the silent night, it sent chills down his spine.
With one hand gripping the doorknob, the young man squinted and opened the door a crack.
From the gap, a cold night breeze wafted in, carrying with it an intoxicating, faint fragrance that drifted into his nostrils.
A slender, fair hand held onto the doorframe, and the youth's eyes narrowed. The flying dagger spun in his palm, springing forth in a flash as he opened the door.
"Snap!" The room was suddenly brightly lit.
With a grin, the young lady sauntered in, her elegant hand raised as the flying dagger nailed a bullseye on the target hanging on the wall opposite.
The boy stared wide-eyed as she entered, his heart sinking instantly.