In an alley where no sane person would want to enter nor intrude at any normal circumstance stood a man in a trench coat and a hat. Adding to the mystery that his clothing induced, were the sunglasses that he wore in the middle of the night, and the face mask that made his disguise complete.
It was aroung eleven in the evening, the hour when most normal people – both young and old succumb to rest and call it a day, except, of course, those with the exemptions who had work at night, or those who went on partying at night.
The man traversed more turns in the labyrinth-like alleyway and stopped at a blue door with a slanted peephole. He knocked on the door, his knocks resembled some sort of a code.
The blue door opened.
Safely inside, he removed his hat, coat, mask and shades.
