36 What The Hell Are You Doing?!

At the top of the building across the hall where the incident had happened earlier, Olive stood with a lit cigarette in between his fingers. A thin tendril of smoke curled upward from his hand, illuminated by the flickering flame of his cigarette.

A bit far behind him, bathed in the silver glow of the half-moon, a slender male shadow silently prowled.

His lithe frame was draped in a tailored black suit, clinging to him like a second skin. Pale and flawless, his skin seemed to shimmer in the darkness, almost translucent.

From his concealed vantage point, hidden within the dark recesses on top of the building, the silhouette's eyes focused on Olive.

Olive, on the other hand, took a deep breath.

"Don't you think it's time you stop watching me?" he asked.