C238 Interception

Silence enveloped the area, unbroken by any response. The whispering leaves accentuated the stillness of the development zone's night streets, casting a ghostly pall reminiscent of a spectral presence in an old mountain village. It felt as though, at any moment, a figure in a ghastly mask might leap from the underbrush or a dimly lit bell tower.

Ding Shuyue felt a chill of fear