The moon hung high in the sky, alone in an empty sky, with no stars or clouds to accompany it. Its pale rays descended upon the dark city, bathing the deserted roads in a cold, distant glow.
The wind swept through the streets, blowing between the buildings with a murmur. It carried trash, dry dust, and dead leaves, lifting them into small whirlwinds that abruptly dissipated when they collided with the damp walls.
High above, on the rooftops, several shadows could be seen moving quickly. Their movements were so fast that they seemed to blur against the moonlight. However, not a single sound escaped them: there was no creaking of wood, no rustling of fabric, not even the whisper of a foot brushing against the tiles.
It was as if the shadows themselves were part of the wind, gliding over the city with unnatural stealth.
