Today is a fine day with clear skies.
Jordan Guthrie boarded the yacht to the small island in the middle of the sea and couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The pale blue sky, so clean and cloudless.
His originally dyed hair had returned to its original colour over the years, black without any impurities. His translucent, heterochromatic eyes had also grown deeper in recent years. The servants attending to him on both sides could sense that their master was becoming more and more restrained and increasingly silent, too.
He stepped off the yacht onto the island, and the guard in front of the villa's only building saluted him before opening the tightly shut gates.
Jordan Guthrie glanced at the quiet villa, pursed his lips slightly, then gestured with his hand for the people who followed him to stand still, indicating they should not come closer. Only then did he step into the villa's interior.
