Part Two: Beacon
The rain splattered on the ground lightly, making ripples on the small puddles already dotting the concrete. The sky was grey, a dull, cloudy grey that made everything seem darker and more foreboding without actually being any darker than any other thunderstorm.
A figure hurried down a side street. It was a woman, beautifully dressed in a pink and white patterned kimono. Her incredibly long brown hair was loosely tied up near the crown of her head with a red string, some hanging down over the right half of her face. She was walking quickly, but she wasn't running and appeared to be taking more care about her dress than anything else.
A closer look revealed that she was holding a package close to her chest, protecting it from the rain and others' sights. She was doing an admirable job of being subtle; unless one looked incredibly closely, they would miss the fear in her eyes, the tautness of her hands, the downward curve of her mouth.
She glanced around then darted down an alley. She was less than three paces in before she stopped and spun around, eyes widening in surprise.
Light filled the alley, then disappeared, leaving nothing but puddles on concrete.
The rain fell ever on.