Attack

United States

Dean is standing on his balcony and staring into space. His hands are on the rail. It's almost evening, and the atmosphere is quite conducive. He smiles warmly as the gentle soothing blows on his face, swaying his hair slowly and in rhythm with the motion of the wind.

He sighs briefly and glances at his wristwatch. He has an appointment in exactly an hour, and it's time to get ready for the appointment and go meet those people. He is not feeling too good about the appointment, something keeps telling him to stay back, but unfortunately, he has to be there for something important.

Taking another soft breath, he finally turns around and walks back into his room. Stepping into the room, he picks up his phone and unlocks it. A message pops on the screen and turns out that his client already sent the address where they're supposed to meet. He squints his eyes, reading through the message again. Seeing the address that was sent, he feels odd about this. Business dinner is a