Quiet breezes blew against a window at the dead of a night, resembling absolute peace. It was an ordinary day in Alicante, pedestrians roaming the streets in the daytime, and vehicles busily occupying the streets in nighttime. A manor house stood in the middle of the civilization, inhabitants asleep… except for one. The figure slowly but firmly began to chip the backdoor. Nobody knew who or what this figure was. The only aspect they can decipher about this figure is that he was infamous for crimes. The creaky door opened, and the person slowly went in, his accomplice behind him. “Are you sure there is no one conscious in the house?” The accomplice inquired.
“Positive,” the figure replied.
They could see the interior of the house clearly
“Positive,” the figure replied.
They could see the interior of the house clearly