The sky has turned into night. The breeze of the wind is cold. The dew on the ground is beginning to manifest. The rain had just stopped thirty minutes ago.
Marian is standing on the rooftop of the Porta Vaga Mall. She's standing at the corner right next to the railings. She's there, watching the view of the entire session road and the Burnham Park at the far distance. She is quietly staring at the view. She slightly smiled with optimism against the view.
Then, a man at the back suddenly came to where she stood. He stood beside her. He looked to see the view. The man is Turkish. About six feet in height. He's got a shaved beard. An average-sized guy. His eyes of bright blue surely distinguished him from anyone in the place, that he is not a local. However, he covered his cranium with a b
