The Sun Has Gone Down, It's Time to Rest

A beautiful woman wearing a black leather coat stood on the top of the eighty-eight-story building, looking out over the busy traffic below. Under the night, she slightly narrowed her eyes, raised her eyes upwards, raised a shallow arc at the corner of her mouth, and revealed a seductive smile. She took out her equipment, stuck a deformed hook on the railing of the rooftop rooftop, jumped onto the railing in one step, grabbed the iron rope with one hand, and jumped down. The wind blew in her ears, and her black hair spread out like a waterfall, like a witch coming to the world. After landing on the 80th floor, she smashed the glass with one fist and got in like a ghost, blending in with the night.