Nightfall descends heavily.
In Seleck Port, lights glitter brilliantly.
Ten kilometers to the south, in a poor and backward fishing village, sporadic flames flicker.
In Nabiya, oil is cheaper than electricity, so locals are accustomed to lighting oil lamps.
The fishing village is quite sizable.
Rows of shanties are built against the mountain, mostly constructed of wood, tin sheets, and tarps.
Additionally, some fishermen live in converted old shipping containers.
There are two roads leading to the port.
One is a winding mountain road, bumpy and uneven.
The other is an asphalt road along the coastline, but it is long neglected and full of potholes.
The villagers of the fishing village rely on fishing for a living, so naturally, their vehicles are fishing and cargo ships.
But tonight.
An unusual number of vehicles have come to the village, and more than a dozen cars have gathered in a hollow to the east of the village.