The streets were empty deep into the night. The street lamps ignited through the last bit of the oil before being extinguished by a gust of north wind blowing. It was as if a curtain had suddenly pulled over the street, the engulfing darkness took over the land and flooded into the narrow space.
The wind-swirled-up snow that pelted against the people’s faces and the sensation of being cut by a knife made the people go mad. However, to the Second Lieutenant Tike Simon of the First Commando Battalion under the Battle Group of the Red Tiger Assault Division, this suffering was nothing; he was leading the nine soldiers under him to hide around the eaves at the street.
