That night, the cold wind was biting, snowflakes lashed against people's faces, icy and painfully sharp. Locust Tree Village at the foot of the mountain had long since fallen asleep in the silent night, peaceful as an old man at dusk.
Suddenly, a nimble black shadow darted through the darkness, sprinting rapidly and landing soundlessly.
The shadow deftly made its way to the large house on the east side and silently circled it, stopping at a certain corner of the wall. He looked around then took a running start and nimbly scaled the wall.
Woof woof woof!
The sound of barking headed towards the wall, but the black shadow coolly pulled out a gun-like object, raised his hand towards the approaching black dog, and something shot out from the device, straight into the dog's head.
The black dog whimpered and lay down on the ground.
The shadow lay prone on top of the wall motionless, his eyes scanning the large house like an eagle, ultimately settling on a room not far away.
