Night. It always provided cover, even in the age of electric lights, even against immortal sight. Darkness was mother nature's cloak. Darkness, and silence.

Zipping at supernatural speed between brief exposures to streetlights, Mithias deceived the human eye until he could come within range of the Kingston manor. Fortunate for him that it was away from the city, high on a hill, and surrounded by trees and a manicured lawn. The vampire paused high in a tree himself aside the stone castle-like walls. A wind was picking up, blowing across a layer of red tulips in the yard below. He loved small, beautiful sights like that. He waited for a guard dog to round the corner out of earshot. 

Mithias had fully staked out the building and planned his arrival. He could have simply walked in the front door. He could have simply been a fool and died... or he could have ignored that letter. 

But he didn't. Taking aim at the roof, he fired a grappling hook, using a silencer of course, and swung above the cameras to land against the outside wall. A narrow window was cranked open, and that would be his entrypoint. Inside was a large, darkened bathroom that clearly hadn't been used in a while. The window likely had been left open and forgotten. Mithias set up a quick zipline to the trees. 

Kingston manor was large, and for the most part unoccupied. Using his heightened senses, Mithias explored where he could without being detected. He passed a long hall decorated with beautiful portraits and award plaques. It appeared this mysterious family of vampires were close to each other and valued their legacy. Mithias sighed quietly. It was nice to see that family still mattered in this world. Perhaps they did not lure him here to kill him. He'd have to investigate further. 

Shortly, Mithias stealthed onto the upper balcony of a large ballroom/theater. Quite elaborate for a simple residence. He was here on invitation, but he was going to find his host himself. Mira was her name. He listened intently for any sign of anyone else nearby. 

Something told him that he wasn't alone, and he smiled slightly. Then, as if he hadn't detected anything, he gracefully lept off the balcony with a forward flip to land perfectly on the dancefloor below in a crouch. 

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Mithias was a hooded figure dressed in all black. Two swords stuck out obviously behind him from under a short cloak. He was clearly armed, with guns as well, and who knew what else. Clearly he was a vampire and an intruder, but any attempt to read his thoughts only met with blackness. It was like a steel door was tightly closed for 360 degrees around his mind. Certainly an excellent quality for an assassin. 

Mithias stood in the open, waiting for whoever had discovered him to either approach or flee. There was plenty of room for a fight in here.