The light stretching across the sky pulls the shadow so thin, akin to a sharp blade, slicing everything into countless fragments, scattered on the ground, casually trampled by Gloria.
She rubs her eyes, trying to avoid showing any sign of vulnerability, her steps light and silent, easily avoiding the patrolling guards, like an elusive wind.
"Are you leaving?"
A voice breaks the silence, Gloria turns back, and sees a familiar figure looking at her not far away, holding a bag, his face weary and troubled.
She believes her concealment is hard to detect, yet clearly this means nothing to this guy, perhaps sensing her presence from fifty meters away.
"Mr. Holmes."
Gloria stops, smiles at him, surprised to meet Lorenzo again at the end, believing she would never see him anymore.
"Yes, I should leave too." Gloria responds to Lorenzo.
"Where are you planning to go then?"
