Cold winter midnight, dead silence everywhere.
The residents of the entire tubular building seemed to have burrowed into their quilts, deep in sleep.
There were no lights in the corridor, nor any noise to shatter this silence.
Suddenly, a faint sound of air movement arose.
A ghostly figure swiftly floated through the narrow dark hallway and silently stopped in front of a residence.
Then, he bent over to lift the doormat, retrieving a key from beneath it.
As the key was inserted into the lock, the "click" sounded particularly jarring.
Quietly opening the front door, the inside of the house was pitch dark.
Using the weak moonlight filtering through the curtains, the silhouettes of furniture were faintly visible.
The wall clock's hands glinted faintly in the darkness, with the hour hand quietly pointing to one o'clock.
The ticking of the second hand was magnified infinitely in the early morning, making the house seem even quieter.
