Al and Liam finally arrived at Indra's home, tucked away on the outskirts of the city.
It was bigger than your average house, but still carried that simple, lived-in feel.
A family car sat parked in the yard alongside a large fish truck, the faint scent of the sea lingering in the air.
The place itself was spacious. A mango tree, heavy with ripe fruit, loomed over a small chicken coop beside the kitchen.
"And this… is where you'll be carrying out your assignment," Al said casually.
Liam blinked, clearly confused. He was used to elite-level missions—this quiet, middle-class neighborhood felt completely out of place.
"Here, Master?" he asked.
Al gave a small nod, then shot him a sharp look.
"You don't look too comfortable. What's wrong? Don't tell me you don't like it," he remarked.
A chill instantly ran down Liam's spine under that gaze.
