Unknown’s POV

The shadows of the citadel had always been a refuge for those who moved in the darkness.

The spy moved through the corridors with practiced silence, his footsteps barely audible against the cold stone floor. He was a thin man, nondescript, the kind of person who could pass through a room without anyone noticing. His face was ordinary, his clothes plain, his presence so unremarkable that even the guards who patrolled the halls barely registered his existence. He had been ...