When the day was gone and all was left was the dark night sky, a figure was silently and swiftly jumping among the rooftops.
The outline of the figure could not be determined whether the person was a man or a woman.
However, the body was gliding softly above the ground as if the person had long been used to running in the darkness.
No sound could be heard from the person's footsteps; they were as light as feathers.
Up above, in the air, there was a gray butterfly following closely behind the person in black.
From afar, the butterfly was barely visible as its wings seemed to be slightly translucent and was camouflaged into the night.
The pair was heading towards the centre of the city towards the town that was still bright never minding the lateness of the day.
They travelled amongst the shadows of the light from the city. Unseen from any eyes.
Although the person in black was on foot, the speed was not any slower than a vehicle that was driving below.
