The sky was veiled in endless sheets of darkness. The clouds were dispersed across the dark sky, and a grayish crescent-shaped moon hung above it.
The streets of Snowstar were bathed in gentle light coming from the street lamps. A distant sound of cars echoed, and the sound of fading footsteps reverberated near the gates of the High School of Snowstar.
As the sound grew gradually more silent, a robed figure stepped out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. Strands of white hair showed underneath the hood, and a very delicate face was engulfed in slight obscurity.
Isaac watched as the pedestrians slowly walked past the school's gates. They didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, but he did.
The front door of the school had its windows shattered. Like someone had thrown a rock through the glass and used the hole in the window to slip hand inside and open the door.