The waste treatment plant in the dead of night was like a ruin forgotten by the city.
Distant streetlights flickered a dim yellow haze under the overcast skies, barely outlining the mountains of garbage piles around.
All was silent, save for a few plastic bags trembling in the wind, chasing and colliding with each other, rustling "shasha."
Hoo—
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the ground, sending the plastic bags flying into the air.
They looked like a frightened swarm of black bats, fluttering chaotically in the sky.
At the same time, a figure, like a flash of black lightning, appeared out of nowhere, swiftly weaving through the empty and dilapidated plant.
Within a few leaps and bounds, he had quickly appeared at the corner of the plant's office building.
Barely visible in the faint light, one could discern the figure wearing a black, tight-fitting Combat Suit.
