Climbing over from the terrace had become second nature to her. The curtains in the small building were drawn up, leaving a small gap through which light peeked through. Sophia carefully crouched down beside the sliding glass door, stretching her neck to try to get a clearer view of what was going on inside.
The silhouette of a man turned sideways was hard to make out, but it was definitely a young man with an aura of coldness. His build wasn't as tall or imposing as Capone's or Mandy's, so he probably wouldn't stand out too much in a crowd.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he could take lives unseen, striking unexpectedly.
Cronus was standing in front of him, his hands twisted behind him by two strong men. Winter seemed to say something to him, and Cronus sneered before replying with a few words. Then, a brutal kick landed on the back of his knee, causing him to collapse to the ground.