C140

In the dim alley, there was a light drizzle. The ground had become muddy from the rain, and an oil lamp was emitting a dim orange light in the depths of the alley.

The oil lamp flickered on and off, as if it could be swallowed up by the boundless darkness at any time. The night wind was chilly to begin with, and in the dark alley, it was bone-chilling cold.

At the mouth of the alleyway