Amidst the night of Imperial, the street became vacant of people as a black Maserati Levante Trofeo makes a slow turn around the corner and slows down to a stop. Parked in front of the rundown building, the engine shuts off along with the bright headlights.
Lu Tian's tall figure clothe in all black steps out from the driver side and walks over to the passenger side. Opening the door, he reach his arm forward to help his wife.
Placing her palm onto his, Yue Ling smiles thankfully to him and steps out as well.
Both individual leisurely walks in the direction of the creepy rundown building like they were strolling in the park on a warm and sunny day.
The moment Yue Ling and Lu Tian's figures disappears inside the building, the short and long hand on the clock struck twelve.