The night was pitch black and silent.
A lanky youth stood before the window, which was left slightly ajar. He was draped in the cold, frost-filled air, radiating a noble yet frigid aura. The cold detachment in his eyes was that of a man accustomed to standing above others, a gaze almost impossible to bear.
He was on the phone, his tone light and unhurried as he decided the fate of a human life.
Chapter 40