Tony stepped out of the house while rubbing his eyes. The air was soft and quiet, the usual morning calm that wrapped the whole street. But something felt off. Someone stood near Mrs Chen’s garden, half hidden by the flowers she loved so much.

His gaze locked on the figure and his brows pulled together. The person looked familiar, but he could not place the face from that distance.

Huh? Who is that?

The neighborhood was quiet as ever. Everyone stayed indoors, pretending not to care but ...