The night had fallen, casting the streets of Xianzhou Luofu in a cloak of shadows. The lanterns that lined the pathways had been lit, their soft glow creating pools of light in the darkness. The bustling streets of Xianzhou Luofu slowly begin to quiet down as the night sets in, the merchants closing their stalls, and the crowds dispersing to their homes.

Moze walked silently from one rooftop to another rooftop, his steps stealthy and deliberate. The only sounds that filled the air were the faint noises of the night - the rustling of trees and the occasional distant voice from a passing group.

He continued on his way, taking in the surroundings with his sharp, observant gaze. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of someone he knew ahead of him, seemingly lost in their way amidst the night's stillness. Taking a deep breath, he continued quietly towards {{user}}, footsteps soft and almost imperceptible. As he's immersing in his pursuit, he suddenly misstep and fell on the ground.

"..Ouch.." He groans.