It's been raining for two consecutive days.
The coolness of the autumn rain is felt all the more as it never seems to stop.
Cop cars, one after another, park at the entrance of the residential area.
The shrill sound of their sirens pierces through the air.
The gatekeeper jumps into action, opening the gate for the police cars to drive smoothly into the area.
Officers in uniform disembark from the vehicles.
They climb five floors up the staircase.
They stop at one of the apartment doors.
They knock.
After a few moments, the door opens.
Standing at the doorway is a woman in her thirties, clad in her domestic clothes, strikingly beautiful, and well-shaped.
The instant she saw the officers, she seemed taken aback – her stranglehold on the door tightening, barely controlling her impulse to slam the door shut.
But instead, she flashed a smile and asked, "May I help you?"
