It only took Sunny a split second to register every minute detail of his surroundings.
The world was drowning in the soft embrace of the night, shrouded by encroaching darkness. The warmth of the dying summer had already surrendered to the cool indifference of the fall. The stars were nearly invisible, having retreated from the stark radiance of electric lights.
A silver moon was climbing the velvet expanse of the dark sky.
The lamps that were supposed to illuminate the desolate street had all been extinguished, but it was bathed in moonlight.
The residences here were small and clinging to each other with no space between — a far cry from the spacious homes in more affluent districts, but still a step above standard family units in residential towers. They were the kind of homes that families of modest standing could sometimes afford if they lived diligently and budgeted their incomes wisely.
