Kaguya had assassinated cabinet ministers.
She had walked through military headquarters while alarms screamed overhead and left entire floors silent behind her. She had crossed collapsing governments, infiltrated command facilities, and watched nations die from inside rooms most people would never even know existed.
Planning the death of a single man should have been simple.
Instead, for the first time in years, she found herself staring at an empty notebook with no idea where to begin.
The apartment assigned to her overlooked one of Basa's eastern residential districts. Beyond the window, children rode bicycles beneath streetlights while parents sat outside apartment buildings with plastic chairs and paper cups, talking about work, school schedules, and rumors about fuel deliveries arriving next week.
Normal people.
Normal conversations.
The scene should have meant nothing to her.
