Night settled quietly over Miss Claire's estate.
The mansion had long since fallen into its familiar setting, lights dimmed throughout most of the halls while the staff carried on with their final duties before retiring.
Guards continued their patrols beyond the walls, the soft crunch of boots against gravel becoming little more than background noise beneath the chorus of insects hidden amongst the trees.
Don waited.
Only once the estate had truly settled did he rise from his bed.
He approached the open balcony doors overlooking the valley below.
A gentle breeze stirred the curtains.
"Enshroud" Without another thought, darkness rippled across his body.
His features vanished beneath the black armor of Predator, white eyes glowing faintly beneath the mask.
His figure dissolved into shadow itself before emerging several kilometers away.
Darkness became a highway known only to him as he moved from one patch of shade to the next, covering impossible distances with every leap.
