In the night full of dark clouds, a woman was running across the street.
In her hand, there was a baby, silent as if dead. The footsteps echoed on the damp earth, and somewhere above, a nightjar's dry trill whispered through the darkness. Not far away, the searchers moved, unaware of how close she was.
It looks like she was running away from them as if her life was in her hands .. There she found an orphanage. She placed the child near the door with some money and a card with the name —
"Riley"
As the woman stepped away, the baby's cry pierced the silence—sharp and sudden, as though it knew it was being left behind. She paused, heart aching, but never looked back.
A moment later, she was gone, swallowed by the shadows.