Bab 53: Gabriel Thorn

Gabriel Thorn watched from the shadows, his eyes never leaving the bustling restaurant of Hell's Kitchen. The smell of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. His cold, calculating eyes scanned the main cast as they moved with purpose and grace, oblivious to his presence.

Gabriel had always been a man of precision. Tall and imposing, with a face marked by years of conflict and survival, he carried an aura of quiet menace. His dark hair, streaked with silver, fell in neat waves around his sharp features, and his piercing blue eyes missed nothing. He wore a long, dark coat that blended seamlessly with the night, making him nearly invisible as he observed from the alleyway.