“It’s time,” a voice whispered in the black of night. A low growl responded obediently, and a whoosh followed shortly thereafter. The beast dashed through the shrubbery without any hassle, whereas its human master failed to maneuver with ease. Branches, twigs, and other forestal objects struck his face every step the person took. After colliding with a tree trunk a second afterward, painful groans echoed through the forest. A patrolman shined his flashlight through the bushes to the area where the figure was, and, to his surprise, no one was there. A tiny leaf gently flew through the light zephyrs and touched the ground softly. The cloaked man stealthily slid down the tree he collided into and regained his composure, then surveyed his surroundings. He saw his target: the large, looming skyscraper almost half a kilometer away. His journey would be difficult, but he managed to come this far; he did not come here to fail. It wasn’t an option: his life depended on it.
The hound, which was coated in black fur, skulls, and devil’s horns, sat next to its master, anticipating any further commands. It looked up and saw the reminder of the thief’s last encounter with this beast: a large scar that covered half of his face. He touched it, looked up, and ran towards the building, gesticulating that the dog follow him.
The two had planned this attack for years: every precise movement, every outcome, every possible event that would occur, they had studied. Their mission was of prime importance, and failure to do so would end in termination. Nimbly moving about, the two shadows glided along the sidewalk and managed to reach the fire escape in record time. The man looked at his watch obsessively, calculating every nanosecond that passed. Everything had to be precise, or else all would fail.