15~ |Behind the Scenes|

Yesterday midnight, at Thomas's house,

A long shadow cast on the wooden floorboard, moving around swiftly but without a single creaking sound, showing how excellent his foot skills were, even though the person's height was definitely a tall one, judging from the shadow's size. He wandered inside the living room, heading where two swords were hung in a wide horizontal X-form as a part of the decoration on the sage green painted wall. After plucking one off the original place, he headed to the middle of the room, making sure to smash every breakable thing along the way. He knew the noise would wake up three sleepyheads upstairs. Reaching the destination, he readjusted the weapon in his hand, wielding it skillfully in a horizontal eight-figure—a picture of someone who had undergone the arts of sword fighting and even mastered it.