The bustling city was aglow with flickering neon lights, the streets teeming with cars, showing no signs of slowing down despite the cold or late hour. People hurried by, their necks hunched to keep the chilly wind from penetrating their bodies, their long shadows stretching under the streetlights. A mid-bus slowed slightly, cruising along the street. The curtains on the windows were drawn, obscuring the view from inside, leaving no one aware of who sat within.
Soon, a large number of police cars appeared ahead, their sirens wailing piercingly, attracting everyone's attention as they stopped to watch and make way for the convoy. The mid-bus turned into another street, avoiding the police cars, and continued forward.
