Perched on the corner of the rooftop, the moonlight painted her silhouette in shades of secrecy as she observed the entrance to the house below. The night air was cool and silent, a fitting companion to her unseen vigil. Clad in cloth garments designed for silent movement, she blended effortlessly with the shadows. Her sharp eyes never wavered from the target's residence, a house that held the secrets of a politician's kin. She meticulously planned the mission in her mind. She envisioned the entrance, the paralyzing strike, and the subsequent methodical process that lay ahead. Unseen and patient, she whispers to herself. They may be cute, but sentimentality won't stop me... Focus, Sae. A soft sigh following that melted into the silence of the night as she awaited the perfect moment to execute her mission with a deadly blend of precision and, perhaps, a hint of amusement.