"Well, this isn't good," a guard said, signaling his crew to take a look. He stood over a rge hole in the ground against the tall walls of the city. It was huge, and the mere size of the hole almost perfectly matched the size of the Nocturnal that was found. The sun gleamed into the hole, revealing giant footprints and cw prints.

  "The hole goes almost twenty feet underground. They dug under the wall to get in." The guard scoffed, being handed a clipboard and a pen.

  "There's no telling how many of them got through from here. I need this covered up immediately. Once we let the King know, I'm sure he'll have police patrol the entire city," the guard shouted, walking off through the crowd of soldiers.

  Construction workers began to rush in, filling the hole with dirt.

  "Sir, do you think anymore?" A soldier asked, grabbing the leader guard by his arm.

  "No. At Least I hope, because dear god, we're doomed if more did." He said, moving his arm away and continuing his walk.

  ***

  It's August 12th, around 2 days since I left that jail. I know my brother is waiting for me, and I can't imagine what could happen to him. But I'll make sure to get him out within three months. Using this time, my pn will succeed.

  "Hey, I made breakfast!" Matus yelled, banging on Senshi's door.

  "Yeah, coming," Senshi muttered before stuffing his papers and sketches under his pillow. The drawings had many different depictions and sketches of the castle and the prison's yout, using the mental notes he took while being dragged through the halls. With his mind and perception alone,

  He was able to map out the entire prison, bit by bit.

  Senshi had eye bags under his eyes from staying awake through the night, mapping out the prison from memory. He jotted down strategies to kill authoritative figures such as Percival, Aldrics, etc. He slowly stumbled and swayed as he arrived at the door and opened it.

  He walked down the stairs from a narrow hallway, entering a dining room with a rge table and a kitchen. It was the same room he and Cindy had come from, but the lights were turned on.

  "So, what do you pn on doing about the window you tackled me through?" Senshi asked, pulling back his chair and sitting.

  "Ah, it's okay. I'm a wanted man; I can't be seen in the constantly monitored areas, but I have lots of money from my assassination contracts. Matus said, pcing three ptes full of food for them.

  "Mornin' Senshi!" Cindy shouted, grinning at him.

  Senshi waved and looked back down at the pte in front of him. It was a beautifully designed pte with eggs, bacon, sausage, and even a biscuit on a napkin. Senshi caught a whiff of the food and felt an immediate rush of bliss. It was like he'd entered heaven, the best scent he'd ever smelled.

  Senshi immediately picked up the fork and began eating, enjoying the breakfast.

  "Now, Senshi. I wanted to wait until the morning to tell you this, but we actually do have a pending contract." Matus added, his mouth full of food.

  "Chew with your mouth closed! Goodness.." Cindy yelled, aggravated by Matus' antics.

  Senshi put his fork down and wiped his face.

  "Great, when do I start?" Senshi responded.

  "You can start in a few days; we must train your stealth skills first. And also, you smell."

  ***

  After a few hours, Senshi took a bath and explored the area. Surprisingly, Senshi walked from the District of Driftmore to the Commons.

  That's interesting; why are there so many police in this area?

  Senshi walked through rge crowds and children pying, a few Marc in his pocket from Matus. There was an abnormally rge amount of police in the area to Senshi, unaware of the Nocturnal situation.

  What's this feeling… I feel like I'm being. Watched.

  Senshi's eyes flickered with a bright pink before quickly looking to the top of a building, realizing nobody was there.

  I guess not.

  "How did he know I was there? He's trouble, I'll admit." Shaikarsu whispered before relocating his watching position.

  What's this?

  Senshi walked into a rge pza, hearing screams and cheering from the area. He turned the corner into the open area surrounded by buildings to see hundreds of people forming an open circle with two people fighting.

  One of the people wore a bck tuxedo and held a loose bag of Marc. He watched in glee, moving side to side to avoid the fight from hitting him by accident.

  He had an evil grin, that of a nefarious being.

  The fight was between two males; both had ragged clothes from the fight.

  Both of them threw punches, eventually one of them falling to the stronger one. The crowd cheered, throwing Marc into the two.

  "Yes!! Good Show! You win Seven Hundred Marc!" The man in the tuxedo shouted, grabbing a handful of Marc and throwing it at the fighter. He bent down and urgently grabbed as much as possible before running off beyond the crowd, passing Senshi in a hurry.

  The crowd cheered for another two to begin battling, and the man in a tuxedo welcomed a new entrance.

  Senshi smiled, realizing his opportunity. He walked through the crowd and yelled.

  "I'll fight!" Senshi yelled with a smirk on his face. He looked around the deep crowd, everyone going into silence.

  Whispers came about, and the man in the tuxedo began to smirk even harder.

  "I see, you're brave! You're one of the scrawniest people in this crowd!" The man said, gripping his bag of Marc.

  "Who wishes to battle this?" he said, raising the bag of Marc into the air. Suddenly, different from st time, everyone in the crowd tried to steal. Ap, a wave of confidence overwhelmed them from seeing Senshi's figure.

  A few stood still, eyes widened from Senshi's appearance.

  "That's Senshi from the brawl; he beat the Nocturnal.." One of them whispered, facing a friend of theirs.

  "Woah, Woah, Woah, One at a time, folks!" The man yelled.

  A man in a red T-shirt and a bald head was the first to enter the circle, awaiting his fight.

  The man smiled, stepped up, and put his hand in between the two.

  "Here we go! 3, 2, 1, FIGHT!" He yelled, backing up from the two.

  Senshi's opponent giggled, putting his fist up, ready to attack.

  He attempted to punch Senshi in the face before Senshi quickly stepped aside, hitting him with a kick to the throat. The man fell to the floor, holding his throat, struggling to breathe.The crowd was in shock, watching as he held his throat in pain from the single kick.

  "You know, this guy beat a Nocturnal!" One of the people said something from the crowd, yelling in the quiet.

  They all looked at him in awe, questioning what they just witnessed.

  Many voices were heard, questioning the remark.

  "There's no way he beat a Nocturnal!"

  "He couldn't have done that; it isn't possible!"

  "Of course, you wouldn't know," he said, his voice ced with a hint of sarcasm. "None of you are Royals, and truth be told, neither am I." The civilian's messy bck hair, tied back in a loose ponytail, framed his face, and his gray kimono hung loosely around his frame.

  He walked up to Senshi, standing over the man struggling from pain.

  "The name is Noraku; nice to meet ya. You just joined Matus' division, right?" Noraku whispered, standing in front of Senshi.

  How did he know that? Who even is this guy?

  "Yeah, what's it to you?" Senshi responded in the same tone.

  "Matus is just one group of the entire company. I'd like to speak with you about a contract I was given. You're probably the only one left in this company who can help me," Noraku said before handing him a slip of paper.

  Senshi slowly opened the note and read an address in the Driftmore District.

  Driftmore, 8872 - Floresse Ln

  "It's where I live. Come meet me there tonight; I need to talk to you." Noraku said before sharply turning around into the crowd.

  Senshi gripped the paper and debated tossing it before deciding to keep it.