Under the pitch-black night sky.
A quiet and deserted alley.
Sun Yifei, carrying a heavy backpack, stepped lightly onto this familiar path.
Every day after school, he would take a shortcut, climbing over walls to shorten his journey home.
He slightly stooped, ready to launch, then dashed powerfully, forcefully planting his feet, and like an agile skinny monkey, leaped over the five-meter-high wall.
His movements were perfect, his body tracing an arc like a carp leaping out of the water, deftly avoiding the shards of glass embedded on the wall-top, with not a scratch on his school uniform.
However, just as Sun Yifei's feet were about to touch the ground, several silver iron hands suddenly reached out from the shadows at the corner of the wall, like they had been waiting, with a whoosh, grabbing at him with fierce malice.
"[Mask] you are under arrest, won't you surrender?" A chilling voice echoed in the night wind.
Sun Yifei was shocked, his mind went blank.
