THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
The sound of a bouncing ball echoed through the silent night, carrying an eerie rhythm that was neither fast nor slow.
It was as if a prelude to death was being played on the empty city streets.
Against the backdrop of this sound, the once-steady steps of the patrol team members began to tremble.
An indescribable chill surged through them, shooting up their spines to the crowns of their heads.
"We clearly notified all the city's residents that they are absolutely forbidden from leaving their homes after sunset."
A member of the patrol team frowned in confusion. "Why would someone still be out here bouncing a ball?"
The team's captain, a man with a goatee, scanned his surroundings with sharp eyes.
He suddenly spun around and drew a modern automatic crossbow from his back.
Every arrow for the crossbow was meticulously crafted from special materials.
