On the first floor of the antique store, Nina sat anxiously on a chair next to the counter. She occasionally got up to glance outside the display window, only to see the deserted street under a streetlamp before she would check the door again to ensure it was still securely closed.
She had the urge to go outside several times, but stopped herself just before her hand touched the doorknob, recalling her uncle's hurried instruction before he left—do not leave through this door, stay home and wait for his return.
"Uncle really…" Nina sat back behind the counter once again, muttering to herself, "He insists on going out after dark even though there's a curfew... If the night patrol guards find him, they will surely detain him again, and it's so dangerous..."
She did not know how many times she had muttered this.
Finally, she heard some slight noises at the door—footsteps suddenly sounding, followed by the noise of turning the door lock—