Kapitel 70: Those who wait

Eyes fixed on the prey

We lay in hiding,

Waiting,

Hoping,

For when the time is right.

So we may put an end to our craving.

and the life of another.

Don Leonard sat alone at the dining table, surrounded by the elegant décor of his mansion. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, casting shadows that danced along the walls. There were guards at every side of the dinning room. The table was set for one, with a single plate of rare bloody meat, cooked to perfection by his private chef.

Don Leonard was a muscular build with a bold posture, and a stern facial expression. There was a tattoo on half of his face, He had a thick beard and a prominent mustache. He wore diamond-encrusted ring on all fingers.