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Prologue

"It's quiet. Too quiet."

No sound could be heard; the summer crickets had ceased their constant chatter and the birds were nowhere to be seen. The gentle summer breeze swayed the trees of the apartment courtyard, flowing through your short navy locks.

"I can't sense his soul." Your partner muttered before moving silently behind the bush she was crouched behind.

Frowning, you shifted to readjust your weapon, aiming at the figure slowly wandering around the courtyard. You could feel it yourself, the overwhelming sense of presence from the male. It wasn't like any other you had ever encountered before.

Through the scope, you witness the male wander the rocky path as his body swayed from side to side. Hands dangling lazily on his sides, his face blocked out by the dark shadows casted by the moonlight.

The courtyard was massive. It had five rocky paths which all lead to the centre. In the middle sat a gorgeous Japanese maple, its leaves burnt to a crisp due to the daytime sunlight.

"Screw it. I'm getting impatient." Before you can process what your partner has said, she popped into your view in the scope. Her metal shield was sitting securely around her wrist as she prepared herself to attack.

It was silent between the two of you once again and you didn't dare break it. You could hear Zel's calm breathing through the earpiece, signalling to you that she was concentrating.

You tilted your neck and cracked it, having it release a 'pop' like sound before letting out a deep breath restlessly. Something didn't feel right and you couldn't shake off the feeling. The man walking down below you was no normal classed creature. From what you could see he looked like one but what you were sensing held a different story.

The creaking of the sliding door behind you knocked you back to reality, breaking your train of thought as a cold tip was placed on your shoulder blade.

"ZEL STOP! WE AREN'T ALONE." In one swift movement, you let go of your beloved sniping rifle and pulled out a throwing knife from your belt. Aiming the weapon towards the mysterious figure standing behind you. Upon turning around your eyes met with dark ones, matching yours in colour. Their gaze burning holes into your own as you fired back an equally challenging glare.

A grunt of pain was released from the other side of the earpieces, followed by the clang of Zel's shield.

So you were right.

Your attention was brought back to the figure standing in front of you when he adjusted his grip on his crossbow. Your eyes followed his action, landing on the beautifully crafted weapon.

Damn you were a sucker for these type of things. The stock of the bow was glistening in the moonlight which you swear you could see your own reflection in. Not to mention the lights that dimly lit up the figure's hand on the foregrip. It was indeed a beautifully crafted weapon. Your eyes finally landed on the logo sitting at the edge of the foregrip. It was delicately edged into the black metal and you could recognise that symbol no matter how shiny or faded it may be. This only calmed your nerves.