As the midday sun streaked across Bastion City, countless shadows lingered on the streets as vehicles moved up and down on the highway.
When the tires of a black jeep rolled over and killed a large yellow-brown squirrel, a smaller one stood at the pedestrian walkway at the front of Storm Mansion, folding its arms harshly while tears welled up in its big dark brown eyes.
As soon as a black BMW rolled toward the Storm Mansion's gate, the squirrel dashed into the hole dug under the wall and appeared on the grass-filled land at the other side of the walls. It slowed down and watched the vehicle that had killed its mother when it turned, then grinned its tiny teeth.
Leaves drifted from the tree the squirrel stood under and brushed on the front of the BMW as it moved toward the fountain at the front of the mansion's main building. Crunching sounds echoed in the driveway of the mansion as the tires of the BMW rolled over gravel and tiny tree branches.
