The night fell low, like a thick black curtain, slowly covering the entire town. On both sides of the street, dim street lamps emitted a faint light, barely illuminating the road ahead, but seemed unable to dispel the unusual silence that was gradually spreading. There was a kind of depression and uneasiness in the air, as if even the wind had a bit of chill. It blew gently and silently, picking up a few fallen leaves that had already withered and turned yellow. They circled and rolled in the air, and finally fell to the ground feebly, making a rustling sound, breaking the silence of this moment.
