Puru cut through the dark clouds and dove towards the land. Cold rain came pelting down on him as he flew above the yellow fields and crossed the town border. The outer streets were deserted, few men scrambling to take shelter from the heavy rain. Puru headed straight to the hawker market in the town center. The closer he got, the more people he saw lining the streets, alarmed and nervously looking about themselves. Fingers pointed at Puru, who was descending from the sky, making for the hawker market.