Emotions

The moonlit alley was a narrow passage between two old buildings, with the faint light of the moon casting long, eerie shadows across the ground. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft rustling of trash cans, the occasional rustle of a rat scurrying by, the creaking of old pipes and the distant hum of traffic. It was a desolate and abandoned place, the kind of alley that one wouldn't want to find themselves in after dark. Yet, there they were. They were absolutely used to the dark, Well, except Oprah.

While Savannah and Fiona stood tensely, Ethan sat in exhaustion waiting for Seth to return from the building he had just entered. Savannah's eyes darted back and forth, scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Fiona, meanwhile, was trying to get Oprah to come out of the trash can she was hiding in. The air was thick with tension, each of them lost in their own thoughts.