“I’M in.”
Through the shadows, a series of feet made contact on the bricked roof before it went down the pavement.
When they reached the even ground, a bag was unstrapped from the back of a muscular, male figure. Blades glinted when the minute light coming from the surrounding area caressed the body of the katana that were freed from their confinement.
One by one, six hands held the weapon before it was placed on the side of their body.
A small figure jumped after she placed the katana on the ground. Her hands grabbed the panel beside the small window. Slowly, she thrust her petite body inside.
A single minute later, the door next to the small window opened.
The scent of grease bombarded their senses. The heat in the kitchen area penetrated the thin, dark clothes that they were we
