Los Angeles, California – 10:00 PM
The night air wrapped the city in a bone-chilling cold, seeping into the skin like memories that refused to leave. The streets were deserted, as if the city itself had sunk into an unspoken loneliness. A soft wind blew, rustling the trees with a whispering moan—like a breath held too long.
The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, dancing on the wet asphalt left by the afternoon rain, creating reflections that resembled faded memories. Beneath that light, a black car slowly stopped in front of an old rented house, standing silently,quiet, forgotten, and far too unfamiliar to be called "home."
