The Innsmouth under the veil of night was silent as death.
The continuous murders occurring recently have made this already gloomy town seem even colder and more sinister. Now as soon as the sun goes down, everyone hurries home. Even the business of attracting tourists from out of town has stopped. Even when at home, the residents of Innsmouth dare not turn on the lights, but only light candles, huddling up in their rooms, anxiously waiting for dawn to arrive...…
A black cat silently crossed the deserted streets and alleyways towards the nearby High Tower. She skillfully leapt up and arrived at the top of the tower, then jumped onto Duanmu Huai's shoulder who stood in the shadows. She meowed in his ears, and Duanmu Huai extended his hand to pet the black cat's little head, placing her in his arms.
"Very good. Looks like everything is going smoothly."