The rain poured down in torrents.
The howling wind intertwined with the booming thunder that illuminated the night sky, swirling and spiraling above the heavens.
"Splash!"
A pair of worn-out leather shoes, treading for an unknown length of time, suddenly stomped down, stepping into a puddle by the roadside.
Instantly, countless dirty splashes mixed with reddish-black mud flew up.
Joey tightly wrapped himself in a burlap coat, wide like a cloak, covering his body.
His head drooped, with his cheeks hidden under the hood.
His feet didn't stop for a moment.
He didn't need to raise his head to find his way; he moved through the maze of alleys with the skill of a sewer rat.
With occasional leaks of moonlight through the rain and his fairly good vision.
He could clearly perceive that as he ventured deeper, the once hard stone-paved road underfoot gradually turned into a rough, loose gravel path, and finally, to a muddy dirt road.
