In the beautiful white city of Astrea, the lord rested silently in the peaceful night of his elegant mansion at the top of the spire.
He never once cared for those beneath the sixth ring, where the lowest level of nobles and rich merchants would live. For those beneath the sixth ring, foreigners, peasants, orphans and even lower.
None of them mattered to him.
"Nn..." The lord stirred, trickling drops of rain disturbing his pleasant sleep.
The crackle of thunder and lightning spread through the sky as a figure slipped into his window, half ajar. Never expected someone to sneak inside on the first ring. A place where only the most noble and opulent people lived.
A black cat mask.
Long golden hair down to her lower back.
Sapphire blue eyes, sharp and focused on her target, as she stroked the dagger hits with both palms.
However, in the eyes of Dia...
