Late at night.
The gloomy darkness enveloped the surroundings, making the streets as deserted as a graveyard, Angel walked along the street, her footsteps "clack clack clack" echoing clearly.
"Gulp," Angel swallowed, subconsciously lowering her footsteps, then noticing the street became even quieter, as silent as being in a coffin.
Angel shivered, trembling as she glanced around, unable to resist quickening her pace.
"Clack clack clack…"
The sound of footsteps resumed, Angel felt a slight relief in her fearful heart, but thinking of the matter at hand, extreme anxiety arose again, as if a hundred little rabbits were scratching at her heart.
Biting her lip, using the dim light from the stars, Angel looked towards the courtyard on the street and muttered to herself, "It should be here, yes, it should be here…"
