Rain trailed into her hair, onto her clothes, forming tiny beads of water and wetting her eyelashes.
The woman stepped unevenly into the police station.
It was around seven or eight in the evening, the busiest time for the station. As the New Year was approaching, security patrols were heightened all over Pethkids. Tonight, a drunk driving incident happened on Abbott Road—four or five cars had collided. The station was bustling with police officers working on cases, victims, and their families.
There were also television reporters conducting interviews.
Her arrival was like a pebble thrown into a vast sea. It didn't catch anyone's attention.
Upon entering, Connie noticed the woman. She immediately became alert, walking towards her and asking, "Miss, are you here to file a report?"
The woman wore a mask; when she lifted her head, Connie saw her eyes. They looked vacant and somewhat numb, emanating an inexplicably chilling vibe.
