The night was alive with the gentle glow of distant streetlights, casting a warm golden hue over the city below. Perched atop a tall building, Cassandra Yun, the enigmatic and brilliant strategist, sat with an air of quiet confidence. Her presence exuded an aura of command that demanded attention and respect. Clad in a dark, sleek, and form-fitting attire, she blended effortlessly into the shadows, her long raven hair cascading like a waterfall down her back.
Seated cross-legged, Cassandra held a map of the city library in her hands. It was a masterpiece of intricate details, showcasing every alleyway, street, and hidden passage. On this map, forty black pieces symbolized the elite soldiers under her command.