The tall figure moved swiftly through the silent night streets of Bimmerville, his cloak flipping behind him with the wind as he effortlessly leapt over fences and buildings to find a shortcut to his destination. He had the hood of the cloak covering his face, but his steady gait and the arrogant way he walked could not be mistaken to identify who he was.
He leapt down from the roof of a house and fell steadily on his feet without making any noise to disturb the peaceful night, which was only interrupted by the loud, distant bark of the patrol dogs of the night guards.
He made his way over another fence and fell into a yard, and then he walked up the porch of the small house and raised his gloved finger to gently tap on the door twice before dropping his hand to his side. He waited for a few moments before the door cracked open gently, and he walked inside, the door slamming shut behind him.
