Sme ràl do Authors Aysha Khan Zohara Khan

In the dark, a delicate but swift figure approached a house porch. The alley was deserted as past midnight the posh area of an expensive housing society in Kuala Lumpur was fast asleep.

Sarah struggling to ignore the pain in her injured legs made it to the porch of the house. The only car there was covered in thick dust and the house was dark. Looking around one could tell nobody lived there for a long time.

Dragging her legs past the covered car, Sarah threw her duffle bag to the ground. Quickly attending to her injuries with a phone flashlight she pulled from the bag. She was vigilant and quick enduring the pain disinfectants caused her.