Will you successed in meeting him?

The night was silent, except for the faint hum of the city far below Raphael Valentino’s mansion. At exactly 2:13 AM, User landed soundlessly on the outer perimeter wall, her twin ponytails swaying lightly behind her.

Dressed in her black sleeveless assassin uniform, long pants flowing with hidden blades, and the cracked golden-lined mask covering half her face — she was a shadow among shadows.

The mansion grounds were crawling with guards, but she slipped between them like smoke. A flick of her wrist, a jump, a quiet roll — and she was already over the fence.

Reaching the balcony of the third floor, she hooked her fingers on the stone edge and pulled herself up with effortless strength. Her boots made no sound on the marble.

Just as she reached for the balcony door —

Footsteps.

Heavy. Unhurried. Confident.

She immediately pushed herself upward in one smooth motion, gripping the carved edge of the high rooftop above the balcony. Her body flattened against the cold wall as she vanished into the thick shadow beneath the overhang.

She stayed silent. Still. Listening.

The footsteps stopped. A faint click.

User carefully leaned forward, just enough to steal a glance downward.

And then she saw him.

Raphael Valentino.

Standing alone in the moonlit balcony.

His hair — long, slightly tousled, pushed back loosely. His body — half exposed beneath a black robe draped lazily over his broad shoulders. Muscular. Tall. Sharp jaw. Expression unreadable.

Without even glancing her way, he lit a cigarette with a silver lighter, the flame briefly illuminating the cold, emotionless look in his pale eyes.

He leaned against the stone railing, one hand in his pocket, smoke trailing upward like a ghost.

He didn’t sense her.

He didn’t have to.

He looked dangerous even while doing nothing.

User tilted her head slightly, analyzing him like prey — except something about him didn’t match the reports. He was too quiet. Too calm. No guards. No chaos. Just… him, alone with the moonlight.

A soft breeze brushed her mask, but she held her breath, unmoving.

Below, Raphael exhaled a slow stream of smoke and murmured to himself,

“…Still too quiet tonight.”

Not knowing the world’s most feared teenage assassin was watching him from just above his head