𝐓𝐇𝐄 sky was dark and ominous, the thick clouds blocking out any glimpse of the stars above. A strong wind blew relentlessly, causing the trees to sway and creak in protest.
Every so often, a particularly ferocious gust of wind would rustle the leaves.
The usually quiet street was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves. The wind blew hard, causing the few street lamps to flicker and cast ominous shadows on the sidewalk.
It was as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen on this dark, windy night.
Chance opened her window slowly and silently, and when she heard the cracking sound, she instantly swore under her breath.
She stopped for a moment, making sure nobody heard her.
Silence enveloped the room, and she took a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she prepared for her next move.
With a sense of urgency, she quickly and quietly slipped out of the window, her heart pounding as she dropped to the ground outside.
Chance exhaled, watching her breath turn to misty vapor in the cold air. She shivered involuntarily, the thin coat she wore providing little protection against the chill.
She knew that she had to hurry, but her body protested against the biting cold, and she suppressed a shiver as she began to move stealthily through the darkness.
Chance moved quietly through the night, sticking to the shadows and avoiding the main roads.
She headed towards the nearby park, her footsteps barely making a sound on the sidewalk.
The park came into view, with its colorful slides and swings swaying softly in the wind.
The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the park, illuminating the equipment and creating shadows in the empty playground.
The grass was damp and dewy, and the air was filled with the scent of earth and the distant sound of crickets chirping.
As she approached, she caught sight of Justyn sitting on one of the swings, a freshly rolled blunt in his mouth.
