As soon as Kenny walked out of the leader's room-house, the silence seemed to instantly engulf the entire room. A gloomy aura burst out from the body of the man sitting on the black sofa.
Marcel closed his eyes tightly with his head leaning back. His hands rubbed his face roughly. What's this problem again?
***
In the last two days, the 37.1AM radio channel had suddenly become active. The news about street crimes was suddenly creeping up swiftly and continuously playing.
With a wireless earphone plugged into her right ear, Emma hid in the shadows of a dark alley. She moved her fingers that felt like they were going to freeze because of the cold air. Every now and then, she blew her own hand to give warm air from inside her mouth.
She saw six men with black knitted hats wrapped their heads standing in front of a closed shop. It was a quiet street that led to an elite housing residence.
