Wearing a new face, Adam leaned against the window, his figure concealed by the curtains. At present, he was in a house in Lords' Borough.
The resident lay knocked out cold on the bed behind him, completely oblivious to the uninvited guest who had taken over his master bedroom.
Rain pattered against the windowpane, trickling down the glass as Adam gazed at the villa compound across the street.
It belonged to Havel Norwood.
The estate was considerably larger than the surrounding properties, enclosed by tall stone walls and an ornate iron gate. Several trees lined the driveway, their branches swaying gently in the rain.
Even after its owner had disappeared years ago, the estate had remained remarkably well maintained. Maids and servants continued to run the household, tending to the gardens, cleaning the rooms, and managing the daily affairs of the property.
