Standing on the balcony, Adam was quietly sipping his coffee, letting the warmth anchor him against the chill of the morning breeze.
The city stretched below him—restless, noisy, alive—but for a moment he enjoyed the illusion of peace. That calm shattered when a sharp knock echoed from the entrance of his apartment.
He turned, brows narrowing. Something felt off. As he approached, he noticed the door—slightly shifted on its hinges, not fully closed. Someone had already entered.
"You again…" he muttered when his gaze settled on the masked woman standing inside. But this time, she wasn't alone. Two men accompanied her—broad-shouldered, silent, dressed casually in jeans and plain tees. Yet he caught, from the corner of his eye, the unmistakable glint of holstered guns beneath their jackets.
"I apologize for entering without your permission," the woman said. Her mask hid most of her face, revealing only her sharp, observant eyes.
