The street is quiet, with hardly a car passing by. The sun has set, leaving the moon to accompany the bright stars that have taken their place in the darkness. I stroll down the street as the gentle breeze from the evening air blows against my skin.
Why didn't I bring a jacket along?
I stroll through the silent neighbourhood; the houses are all lit up and look so lively.
When I reach the gymnasium called Lilith, referred to as a cheetah's workout centre, I walk through the entrance freely. It's quieter than any gymnasium should be, and most confusingly, it's sparsely populated. It seems they're about to call it a day as I spot two boys clearing up.
"Hello." I politely wave.
"Hey." A young man in his twenties responds, while the other just pauses and gawks.
They don't even bother tell
