C1159 I Can't Think of Any New Plot

The aging street lamps struggled to illuminate the street, while the buildings on either side were swallowed by the dense night, leaving only a few vague silhouettes visible.

Every so often, a cool breeze would sweep through, stirring up a series of odd "whooshing" sounds.

The street was deserted, with not a soul in sight—a sight that would unnerve any lone passerby at night.

Heman and Rona