The night was dominated by the song of crickets and the eerie calls of owls as the streetlights faded into darkness and the world around fell into a deep sleep, leaving the streets empty and free of roaming spirits. The calm hours were marked by the repetitive hooting and crooning of the birds, which reverberated through the silence.
Only a certain someone's home was lit dimly making no disturbance to the world outside. As if the day hadn't ended, Zavior continued to pace in the living room as usual whenever one of the cases he handled became corrupt. His furrowed brows showed the intensity of his thoughts, and his tall, thin form swayed back and forth like a caged tiger.
