New York City, United States of America.
In the dead of night, when the hands on the clock tower converged at their zenith, chimes echoed throughout the city to announce that it was midnight.
It was pitch black on top of the clock tower where she was waiting.
In the distance, one could vaguely hear the pitter-patter of raindrops as they hit the glass.
Ding!
Emily flipped open her lighter cap and lit a cigarette. Then, she took a deep drag of it.
The faint light emitted by the cigarette illuminated a tattoo on her upper arms. It was as vibrant as the colorful markings of a venomous snake, a tell-tale sign that she was just as deadly.
As the embers of the cigarette flickered, she blew out a mouthful of thick smoke, her hand trembling unconsciously.
She felt a sense of deja vu. Right now, her heart ached with melancholy and despair, just like when she had left her older brother five years ago.
