[ Somewhere in Lithuania – Private Airstrip ]
The dark sleek body of a black private jet glistened under the cloudy sky as it taxied to a slow stop on the runway.
The hatch opened with a hiss, and three figures stepped out.
First, the murderer, clad in a long black coat, his eyes half-lidded, yet sharp like daggers.
Second, the woman, calm and cold, with her hands behind her back, face covered by a porcelain-white mask bearing a cracked smile.
Third, the mysterious man, the one who interrupted the fight against Ruby Anne and Kyla—his suit immaculate, presence silent, almost as if he wasn’t fully there.
A black-clad butler stood waiting near a helipad, the rotors of a stealth helicopter already spinning. He gave a short bow.
“Welcome back, honored ones,” he said, voice nearly drowned
