A Suspicious Move
In the dark, echoing emptiness of an abandoned industrial building, the shadows gathered more densely, and the air carried a chill of foreboding.
Derek stood alone on the topmost floor, his silhouette outlined against the sparse light filtering through the grimy windows.
From the depths of the shadows, a figure materialized, moving with a quiet intent that belied her deadly nature. She was clad entirely in black, a mask concealing her features and a black cap pulled low over her eyes, making her almost a part of the darkness itself. Stopping a couple of feet behind Derek, she stood rigid, her hands tense behind her back.
"May I know what new orders you have for me?" Anna's voice, muffled slightly by her mask, broke the heavy silence with its cool, measured tone.