The moon hung high in the sky.
Exhausted, Jelina was hurrying home from the factory.
The streetlights on the road were dim, and after passing several streets, there were even fewer people; almost no one was around...
Thinking of the serial murder cases in the newspaper, Jelina couldn't help but wrap herself tightly in her shabby clothes, hoping it would dispel a little the coldness.
—For middle-class families, they knew that the streets at night were dangerous and could restrain their wives and daughters. As for the upper class, they could hire bodyguards and detectives to protect their children on the go.
But for most civilians, they had to worry about their food supply the next day if they didn't work for a day. Comparing to the whole family dying of starvation, worrying about other dangers was too luxurious.
Besides... there were tens of thousands of night shift workers in Green Forest; misfortune might not fall on one's own head!