She walked in, her footsteps echoing in the empty penthouse. Ryuzaki was nowhere to be seen. Perfect.
She took the chance to grab her glasses from the nightstand and quickly pull out the irritating contact lenses. Her eyes watered with relief as she blinked away the sting.
Moving quickly to her suitcase, she dug through the deepest part until her fingers found the bindings.
The fabric was rough against her palms as she clutched them tight. Without wasting another second, she rushed to the bathroom and began the familiar process of wrapping them around her chest.
Each pull was tight, deliberate, transforming her silhouette back into the disguise she was used to be.
When she was done, Blazar made her way to the Midnight Blade's tower. Her heart hammered against her ribs with each step she took through the marble corridors. The weight of Kaelric's message pressed down on her shoulders like a heavy cloak.
