Varic stood against the walls of an alleyway, looking at the old notification before him.
[Attention! The predator has descended.]
Ever since then, there had been a massive spike in cadet deaths. With particularly awful timing, a notification popped up.
[A cadet has been Eliminated. Remaining cadets: 19.]
More than a hundred cadets had already been killed by now. He'd have been mad not to relate their deaths to the Predator.
His lips stretched into a smirk.
"Perfect."
A boy beside him flinched a bit at the word, turning to face him,
"Young Master?"
"It's nothing, check on Vladmir's situation."
His face dropped back to indifference as he turned to face the snowy road before him. There were still no signs of movement, at least nothing besides the thick veil of snow.
While the blizzard from the fourth day had died out, the normal snowfall had continued to grow increasingly heavy, leaving the outside world stuck in a state of semi-perpetual blizzard.
