At night.
Xia Ling stood in front of the entrance to a bar.
She was wearing a low-key black, one-piece dress with a jacket of the same color draped across her shoulders. Her makeup was thick and smoky-eyed, and her hair was set at an angle that made it seem like it was falling naturally, but specifically hid half of her small face behind it. Standing there in the midst of the people walking by the bar entrance, under the dim lights of the corridor, Xia Ling appeared to be a normal teenage girl that had come to let her hair down and did not attract any special attention.
She lifted her head and squinted at the logo of the bar under the dim lights to make sure that she was at the right place before quickly heading inside.
