Rain stood atop the roof of his grandparent's house, the night enveloping him in its cloak of darkness. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings, and his senses heightened as he kept a vigilant watch over the village. The moon hung high in the sky behind many thick clouds, casting a dim glow upon the landscape below.
He listened intently to the sounds of the night, the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. His gaze darted from one shadow to another, searching for any signs of movement or danger. The air was thick with anticipation, and his heart beat steadily in his chest.
Rain's mind was sharp; he knew that the beasts, though cunning and elusive, would reveal their presence through subtle clues—a rustle in the underbrush, a faint growl carried by the wind. He remained alert, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
