From above, cloaked in black, a member of Junna's Shadow Unit narrowed her eyes.
"...Still no opening."
She crouched low on a tiled rooftop, her ears flicking beneath her hood. Two others from her unit lingered in nearby shadows, equally alert.
From the alley across the street, three figures—leaner and dressed in a slightly different style—moved like snakes in the dark.
Friskle's Assassin Unit. Trained killers working under Duke Belard.
The rivalry between the two factions was well-known in the Beastkin underworld. Junna, the cold strategist of Marquis Reynard, and Friskle, the blade-hungry shadow of Duke Belard. Neither side trusted the other—and right now, both had their eyes on the same clueless target:
Hazekaya Hazuki.
A silent tension passed between the rooftops as one of Junna's scouts finally whispered: "...Friskle's dogs are here too."
"Of course they are," muttered the unit leader, her tone clipped. "No way Belard lets Reynard's interest go unchallenged."
