Raven crouched in silence above the hallway. He was waiting for one specific signal—the sign that would open the kill window.
From his perch among the twisted ceiling supports, he watched the lone player below. Originally, he'd considered slipping right past her, diving into Midboss Room 2 while the team inside was distracted by the encounter.
But then he noticed something.
The girl paused occasionally—not to reposition or drink a potion, but to type.
She pulled out her keyboard.
Manual input. No voice comms.
Raven's eyes narrowed.
"No mic."
"That means if she wants to warn her team… she has to type."
That changed everything.
This player was no longer a bypass target. She was a vulnerability.
She wasn't just a stray. Her armor was reinforced—custom piecework, likely crafted or looted.
Someone trusted her enough to solo patrol.
That made her either high rank player in her guild; or just expendable one.
Both worked for him.
Then it came.
