Scheme of the Four

In the dead of the night stood four people on a certain house's terrace. Their current demeanours were eerie, as if they had been entirely different individuals than the ones Re'Kha had tailed after the previous day.

Currently, the eighty-year-old lady, the leader of the group was gazing at the city from the terrace, noticing how the number of people travelling on the roads had trickled down until the streets were bereft of people.

The only ones prowling about were the guards in teams of five, patrolling the streets in search of anything amiss or to deter people from committing anything illegal. The teams of guards moving about were indeed a lot, so she had to be careful when choosing the time to act.