"Where are you?! Show yourself, you coward!" Okel shouted as he thrust his knife forward into the darkness, hoping to land a strike.
Leon stood silently near the stairs, his eyes cold and unreadable.
"You invaded my house," he said, his voice calm but laced with anger, as he pulled out a knife and pointed it directly at Okel.
"Threatened my family," he continued. With a sudden flick of his wrist, he hurled the knife at Okel with speed.
Guided by thin threads of mana, the blade cut through the air like a bullet, maintaining perfect balance.
*Stab*
"FUCK!" Okel screamed, staggering back as the blade buried itself deep into his right shoulder. He instinctively grabbed the hilt, his eyes widening in shock when he realized—no one was holding it.
"L-Listen, kid... we were paid to do this," he grunted, yanking the blade out and tossing it to the floor.
*Tang*
"Who gave you the money?" Leon asked calmly, extending his hand.
