In the dark of night calmed by a silent breeze, a crouched figure appeared in sight. The figure hurried along the streets carrying a bundle, dodging between objects to avoid cameras. A church stood in sight as the figure clung onto the bundle. At last, the figure reached its destination. With growing hesitance, the figure left the bundle on the steps of the church. The figure then ran, almost as fast as the wind before a shot ran through the night. The figure fell…Then, with almost undiscernible flash, the figure disappeared. Through the chill air, a shrill cry drowned in the night.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.