Black night, silent city, hurried footsteps and gasping breaths.
Zhou Yang ran forward frantically, not daring to look back, fearing that he would see the streetlights extinguishing crazily, darkness catching up and consuming him in an instant, his fear completely overwhelming his rationality.
He ran until he was exhausted, only then did this out-of-shape college student stop, even though he hadn't run far, he felt his lungs burning, his legs heavy as lead. Finally, he leaned on his knees, panting heavily by the roadside.
While panting heavily, he glanced back at the street behind him, seeing that it was completely black, all the streetlights extinguished.
Quiet as can be...
Seems like there's nothing...
—Seems.
