The wind seemed to howl as a veil of darkness obscured the land. Stars of many shapes glistened bright, an elliptical moon hanging above a city of lights.
In a warehouse that gradually lost its sound, two individuals – Amilia and Alistair – conversed above a heap of steel construction bars.
Their expressions were etched with anxiety, but Alistair had a calm light deep in his eyes. He was the one who discovered the topic first; therefore, he adapted already.
"Are they here already?" Amilia asked to confirm, and Alistair nodded.
"Yes, saw them walking across the street," Alistair sighed loudly, recollecting the events that happened during the trip outside, his meetup with the Beheaders.
"It was as clear as day," he said.
"But how dare they be so rampant in these parts!" Amilia nearly screamed in response, voice etched in shock. "Are they not afraid of death?"
