No sooner had she reached the bank of the river than she stopped on her tracks upon witnessing the scene that had welcomed her. 

The young master, Weylin Turner, was leaning on his parked bike with his back facing the assassin. His black blazer covered his massive back. The twirling smoke from the burning tip of the cigarette seemed to rise heavenward. The assassin could sense a heavy air around him. 

As the assassin stepped on the grass, a rusting sound was heard, gaining the attention of the young master. Shadow was looking at the grass when she stepped on it. Suddenly she felt a movement of air around her. Frowning, she raised her head only to find a dagger coming towards her. She dodged the dagger, having a narrow escape from getting stabbed. 

"Young Maste