Bab 171: Punishment (2)

The rain fell from the sky in the city, creating a symphony of rhythmic pitter-patter on the pavement below. 

When the dogs that barked in the middle of the night were silent and the people in the slums had forced themselves to sleep to cope with the cold, hoping that they would wake up the next morning,

There were still hours before dawn, and the darkness embraced everything in its hold. 

And in that darkness, a pitiful little girl in ragged clothes tried to crawl away from the men in black, sniffing terrified.

She did not even try to snatch back the last piece of her mother from the man who had pulled off a flute-looking pendent from her neck.

Even if she could not hear what the men in black were throwing at her, she could still sense the disaster that was about to befall her.