The shadow moved with silent precision, slipping through the window without making a sound. It was a figure clad in dark, form-fitting clothes, with a mask obscuring their face.
The intruder's eyes glinted with determination as they approached Yu Holea's bed.
Yu Holea, despite being in a deep sleep, sensed something amiss. Her exceptional hearing and instincts, honed over years of hardship, kicked in.
She awoke with a start, her eyes immediately locking onto the shadowy figure standing at the foot of her bed.
Without hesitation, Yu Holea leaped to her feet, her body tense and ready to defend herself.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
The figure didn't respond, instead lunging forward with surprising speed. Yu Holea narrowly dodged, her training and reflexes guiding her movements.
She grabbed a nearby object—a small lamp—and swung it at the intruder.