The strong wind swept the rain wildly towards the earth, and the roaring sound echoed in the streets and alleys, making people uneasy. But all this was so insignificant to Bill. He sat slumped on an old chair in an ordinary house in the center of the town. His dirty hair was scattered in front of his forehead, covering his eyes. His body was tightly wrapped in a coat that had turned white, and his neck was deeply retracted into the high collar, as if he was afraid of a trace of light leaking in...
