The torrential rain fell on the thick plastic raincoat.
A robust woman was running forward, staggering as she carried a child who appeared to be three or four years old.
The child had hazy eyes as he stared blankly at his mother.
The cold wind outside made him feel somewhat chilly, so he snuggled a little closer into his mother's embrace.
"Run! Run with the child!"
A man with a big beard, wearing a round top hat, stood behind them, firing an old rifle into the darkness of the night.
The woman glanced back at the man, bit her lip slightly, and the torrential rain fell on her cheeks, mingling with water and tears.
"Mommy, why isn't Daddy coming with us?"
The child, nestled in his mother's arms, asked cautiously with wide-open eyes.
"Daddy, he..." Clutching the child tightly, the woman ran forward frantically, "he has his own things to do. Go to sleep now, and everything will be fine when you wake up."
"Hiss hiss—"
A rustling sound came from deep within the rain curtain.
