In the dead of night, a lithe shadow moved swiftly through the darkness surrounding the villa.
Normally, there would be bodyguards stationed around the property, but tonight, Veil had given specific instructions—everyone had been sent off to enjoy themselves at the club.
With the grace of a cat and the silence of a ghost, Blood Mandala slipped into the villa with ease. As one of the top-ranked assassins in the world, it took her mere moments to identify Veil's bedroom using instinct honed by countless missions.
She crept inside silently. The faint rise and fall beneath the covers told her there was someone in the bed. Her eyes turned cold as a wave of murderous intent surged within her. Without hesitation, she raised her dagger and stabbed down.
Thud!
Once.
Twice.
A third time!
But… there was no blood?
What?
Confusion filled her sharp, beautiful eyes. She yanked back the covers—only to see a life-sized silicone doll lying there in place of Veil!
Bang!
