The sound of the nightly crickets sang pleasantly within the darkness. Petals of different shades glistened as the moonlight bathes their delicate forms. Night has come, and heavy gloom that was visible during the day fades in the evening.
On an empty expansive balcony, a figure swiftly landed on his feet. A chilling wind came to brush his body, but he didn't shiver from the cold. Instead, he found it comforting. Pure white strands glittered under the moonlight. They swayed behind the slender back of the youth, carefully walking towards the closed doors. Moulin felt slightly conflicted when he tried to open the doors.
Locked.
His eyes furrowed. He didn't want to make any noise lest he'd wake his mother. Taking out a pin from his hair, he inserted a tiny pin into the keyhole. Moments after trying to pick the lock, Moulin finally hears a crisp click. A sigh escaped his lips.
Before he opened the doors, he stopped hesitantly.