The moon shone brightly with few stars in the sky.
A tall and slender young man stepped out of a taxi, looked at the park in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
Under the moonlight, the pitch-black entrance of the park resembled the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, appearing sinister and terrifying.
Greg Jensen paid it no mind; after entering the park, he looked around and then made a call to Curtis Milton.
"I've arrived, where are you?"
"Come to the artificial lake in the middle, I'm right here."
Greg Jensen hung up the phone, casually sent out a message, and continued walking forward.
Not long after he left, Theresa Locke led her people and followed him.
A few people whispered among themselves for a few moments, then dispersed in a fan formation toward the artificial lake.
Elsewhere, Greg Jensen passed through a thick forest.
A gleaming lake, under the cold celestial light, emerged quietly before his eyes like a full moon.
