Twenty minutes earlier, atop a high-rise building outside the Ginza District, a man named Gu Yue set down his telescope. His features morphed, his expression slowly becoming vacant.
After a long while, a bone-white mask with the likeness of a sleeping face, yet completely void of life, suddenly emerged on his visage.
It was so unsettling that one would instinctively shy away at the sight.
But once the facade of 'Gu Yue' had faded away, that mask seemed to come alive in its own way. Its drooping eyes lifted, its yellow pupils slowly moving twice, as if they had not seen light for an extended period.
"What a pity, I can no longer use this identity," he said offhandedly, tossing the box he held onto himself with a sigh.
He had been discovered while infiltrating their ranks; his long concealment had come to naught.
