He could clearly hear each sound. Gasps, heartbeats, and even footsteps--- Which all came from himself.
Besides that.
Besides that, he was unable to hear other sounds and finally he came to the iron gate of the roof.
He was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
His sight seemed to be infinitely reduced and he could only see the things ahead. Everything else around seemed to be blurred.
When he opened the iron door, the wind on the tall building hit him and blew his clothes that were clinging to his body.
He was still panting, with his heart beating fast. However, it was not because he ran up the corridor or due to strenuous exercises.
He was nervous. Nevertheless, he bit his teeth and walked toward the fence of the roof, as if possessed.
His breathing became faster while he was climbing over the fence--- And on the other side was an empty space.
Below was the road, from a height of fifty meters--- However, this building was obviously not the highest in this vicinity.
