It was a particularly cold night, snow fell harder as if to say goodbye at last. The lower district knew just how to celebrate holidays, but this part of the country was almost dead.
Two hooded figures could be seen standing in front of a pillar, with both their backs to the pillar and to each other.
It was a suspicious scene, but nobody seemed to be there to witness it but themselves.
"Why do we need to be in cloaks again? Nobody is here." One of the men commented.
"Can never be too safe. Turn on your sound distorter, even though only a few words trigger the system they're always listening."
An atrocious sound wailed across the vicinity. The other figure had an urge to close off his ears to the sound.
"Are you sure this sound it makes can't be heard from anywhere else?"
"Affirmative. Have we ever been caught before?"
"Where did you even get this?"
