The snow was falling faster, shrouding the whole place with a blanket of whiteness. It contrasted with the dark night, ominously glittering in the night as if to entice passerby into a beautiful hallucination. A cold wind was gushing by almost freezing everything in its way while the roads were like icy glass. The deafening silence pierced through the night. Not even the sounds of insects could be heard and it felt as if the world had suddenly become quiet.
Breaking the night's silence was the screeching of a car's tires. The car was driving solely but the tires were scratching the icy roads, creating rough sounds. A lone man drove the vehicle with the lights off as if he was trying to hide his presence. He was careful not to drive too fast because he could not risk an accident occurring. The man was wearing a long black trench coat with a large hat almost covering his face. He was on the lookout for anyone who might pass by but the road was quiet.
