Flashback
Shanghai, China
The evening streets glowed beneath soft golden lanterns.
Rain from earlier still rested over the stone pathways, reflecting neon lights from nearby shops and restaurants. The air carried the mixed scent of tea, paint, flowers, and fresh food drifting from distant stalls.
Among the moving crowd
Ghost walked slowly.
A dark backpack rested over his shoulder.
Black clothes.
Cold eyes.
A face too young to carry such silence.
People passed him casually without realizing that the quiet young man walking among them was one of the deadliest operatives alive.
Ghost finally stopped in front of an old artistic gate surrounded by climbing plants and hanging lanterns.
He slowly looked down at his phone.
Then at the wooden signboard above.
"Baby Dragon Art School."
Ghost stared for a second.
Then smirked faintly.
"Art school?"
"What kind of strange name is this…"
Still
He pushed the gate open and entered.
The moment he stepped inside
