The moonlight was like water, gently covering the high-end villas. The street lights flickered, and the shadows of the trees swayed. The villas were brightly lit, and a gentle night breeze blew, taking away the heat in the air. Under a streetlight, moths fluttered towards the light, got burned, and fell down, more moths rushing to the flame, playing out a poignant scene.
At some unknown point in time, a figure appeared under the dark tree shadows beside the streetlight. His eyes flickered with a cold light, donned entirely in black form-fitting clothes, as he coldly watched the villa ahead. After a few minutes of observation, he suddenly made a few hand gestures towards people behind him and quietly sneaked forward, moving slowly and silently, like a hungry wolf in the night.
