Elsa Hebert got out of the car.
The streets of Boston are bustling with people, but she seems to be running on a vast grassland, alone.
She walked aimlessly along the side of the road.
It was getting dark.
Wanjia lights illuminated, and the faint light slowly elongated her figure.
It looks like it's going to rain.
The rain gurgled and fell on the ground tick-tock.
There was a burst of chicken and dog jumping on the originally lively street.
Elsa Hebert hid under the eaves of a corridor and crouched down.
Her eyes fell on her toes, those tired eyes were as unfocused as a rag doll.
That numb, helpless emotion was too suffocating.
at this time.
A black Maybach drove through the rain.
The wheels crushed the ground, and the water splashed. Its speed was like a sharp arrow piercing the clouds.