Turning The Table
It was night. There wasn't any moon that hung above the dark sky. Even the stars seemed to boycott since their mother moon isn't showing up. There was a trace of thick cumulus clouds and the cold breeze on the air, indicating that anytime soon, within the night, a foreboding rain might suddenly pour.
Walking all alone in the night, with the only flashlight brought on her hands, the sound of agile footsteps were keen and loud echoing in the surrounding. Su Ci Yi isn't afraid in the slightest that she may provoke any known entity with the sounds she's making.
The woman hadn't had thought about Lia's plan that night. Or even doubted the abrupt delivery of costumes tonight. She didn't bother thinking of the grudges the woman had, and her mischievous trap lay ahead.
Being a mortal person (Lia), Su Ci Yi didn't raise her guard at all. A mere mortal might be petty and decisive, but Su Ci Yi didn't need to guard her back against her.