[Location: New York, USA]
A few hundred meters away from Morningstar Manor, a group of individuals, shady individuals, stood on a rooftop facing the imposing manor now visible to them.
"Is this the location?" a rugged voice asked, thick with impatience, like he was one second away from throwing someone off the roof to pass the time.
"Yes," came the reply.
Calm.
Measured.
Too calm for the situation.
The speaker stood at the edge of the rooftop, one hand resting casually in his coat pocket as he looked out over the quiet street.
Morningstar Manor stood in the distance.
Silent.
Unassuming.
Completely wrong.
"You're sure?" the rugged man pressed, stepping forward. "Because if this is another false lead—"
"It isn't," the calm man interrupted.
No raised voice.
No aggression.
Just certainty.
That shut him up faster than a threat would have.
A third figure crouched near the ledge, peering through a compact scope that didn't look entirely technological.
