The moon was high in the sky, shrouded by misty clouds. Darkness had earlier descended like a big blanket. The night air was laden with the imminent hatching of something ominous. The swirling wind picked up some loose dirt and scattered it all over the street.
Under a street lamp, stood a mysterious man clad in a black tuxedo with a suitcase in one hand, a cigarette in another. The overall body colour blended exceptionally well with the gloomy surrounding.
Minutes and seconds ticked by, and there were still no sign of any changes. Only the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the rustling of…
