It was dark at night, very dark. The sky was pitch black, and if anyone were to check their phone or watch, it would come up as around midnight. Among the many, countless people in the current timezone checking the time, one person was checking his watch, it was a very nice, black watch with even a black design on the inside. The watch was branded with the label “GUCCI” somewhere on it, but no one could tell where it was on the watch beyond faint text on the inside. That would be because it matched the black clothing the person’s arm and hand had, as they were dressed to near perfect camouflage to the night sky if it weren’t for the stars. Though, they had a cloak on that would wrap around the front of his body and completely conceal him once he put his arm back to a relaxed position, covering their near whole body and having the cloth which dragged to the floor if it hadn’t been for their extra height of their feet and shoes, which were pure black as well. The cloak even had a hood, which hid their face, completing the assumed goal of this person, to make sure no one could make out who they were.
The cloaked person wasn’t alone, however, as they had 2 other people with them, one next to them, and one behind the two. The person next to them had the exact same cloak and shoes on, but was shorter and could even be confused as some sort of shorter clone of the person who checked their watch. But the two only had about a 5 inch height difference at most. Finally, the person behind the two… wasn’t really a person. Hell, it was barely visible if they were even there, they had no cloak on and were essentially see-through. It felt as if the two cloaked people had no one else with them… yet a third presence could be eerily felt when one were to pass by the two, leaving a strange feeling about them beyond the suspicion of their clothing style.
“Midnight, just on time. You got the papers big guy?” The taller cloaked man asked. It was a masculine voice, one that would belong to someone of casual life. He didn’t sound too weak, yet he didn’t sound too strong. It was as if he was the perfect balance of both worlds, one with a very unique charm.
“I do” Another voice simply said, one of a very dark and creepy tone, a type of tone and voice where most normal people have never even heard of before. Though, it was clear that voice didn’t belong to the shorter cloaked person, one who heard it would feel as if there was someone there saying the 2 simple words, yet at the same time it would feel as if they were just hearing things.
The group of three eventually made it to their destination’s front doors, Hotel Sebastian. They walked to the front glass doors of the 5-star hotel and the shorter cloaked person came to open the doors for the others. The people working late at the front desk wouldn’t notice the door being open, nor would they see anyone come to the lobby of the hotel. As, when the two passed through the doors, they wouldn’t be in the lobby or some waiting room in front of the lobby or whatever. They would just be gone, passed through the front doors, yet not on the other side of them. The shorter cloaked woman soon followed, as the door began to naturally shut on its own. That’s when the young man working at the front desk noticed something out of the corner of his eye as he checked a small family into their room so late. He looked to the front of the doors, and saw it barely close on its own, staring at it as if he were waiting for something to happen. The family looked too, but then he shook it off since nothing beyond the doors closing happened, and he continued with the transaction.
Instead of walking through the front door like the trio would have done under normal circumstances, the three instead walked in front of the unused elevator doors near the very top floor, as if they used the elevator themselves. They were on the floor where the penthouse suite was, where Katio was living with everyone else. They begin to walk to the door of Kaito’s suite when the shadowy figure spoke up.
“The false demon has this much luxury to his name?” The shadowy figure asked, the same feeling of simultaneous existence and auditory illusion going across anyone who was on the floor, which was no one as of now.
“Apparently. The whole damn floor I heard even” The taller cloaked man said, pausing before continuing
“The mission, you two. Please” The shorter cloaked person said, revealing them to be a woman by their feminine voice.
“Apologies. Remember, reveal as little about you or your ability as possible, our goal is to retrieve the woman unharmed” The shadowy figure said, beginning to move its figure in a way where one could clearly see that it was doing something, but at the same time it would feel like they were seeing things. The shadow figure was moving itself to where it looked like he was suddenly with a book resting on his left lower forearm, and that he was going to open it with his right hand. However, it was clear he had no book, nothing in his possession either. Yet, when he makes the motion of opening a book, suddenly a stack of parchment flips through on its own as if it were in a book. Yet there was no book cover for the pages, just the parchment itself resting on essentially nothing, and being held together at a non-existent book spine. By the time the pages settled at a blank side of two pieces of parchment, they were at the door of the suite. They all stopped, and the shadow figure rips out several parchments before the book suddenly closes in a way that one would close a book with one hand. The parchments didn’t compress in a way a closed book compressed pages, they just all disappeared. Now, with exactly 10 parchments in the shadow figure’s grasp, he takes one to his now free left hand and moves the papers like one would to hide something in a cloak hiding them. The papers suddenly go behind something, and turn invisible to the current other two with the shadow figure, the cloaked man and woman.
The paper is soon pressed against at the top, shown by the sudden “nothingness” of the shadow figure pressing against it. Then, the pressure on the paper begins to move in quick succession, as the shadow figure was writing on it with some sort of invisible writing utensil, it was near impossible to tell what the figure was doing at this point beyond him writing on the paper.
“Prepare yourselves” The figure said as it then finishes writing on the paper, shown by the pressure on it, now at the bottom of the page, going away. The paper is then slammed against the wall next to the door by some extension of the compressed shadow figure, most likely its arm or whatever it was. The shadow extension of the figure then retracts to normal, and the paper begins to lightly burn into nothing, not even ash.
The silence of the hotel suite would soon be broken, as a very loud sound blasted its way throughout the silent hotel suite. The sound came from the kitchen, the sound of lots of glass plates breaking against the floor, and many pots, pans, and silverware falling alongside the clash would boom through the hotel. However, the sound would only be processed by one group of people. That group being whomever was watching over the baby-cursed Joseline while she slept.