The thick walls of the large villa meant that the second-floor lights were almost never on. Downstairs, only the living room and hallway were lit, with the rest of the place engulfed in darkness. Morimoto Chiyoda was wealthy but not the type to be wasteful. If a room was unoccupied, she wouldn't leave the light on.
As was her routine, she practiced her combat moves several times to keep her muscles limber and ensure her skills didn't deteriorate. After finishing, a thin layer of sweat coated her body. She casually picked up a towel from the table to wipe her forehead, then used a toothpick to spear a piece of diced pitaya and popped it into her mouth. Morimoto Chiyoda particularly enjoyed eating fruit during the summer. In winter, however, the cold made such icy treats unappealing to her.
After chewing twice, her phone made a DING sound. She stuck the toothpick back into the pitaya, picked up her phone, and unlocked it, finding a message from the forum.
