The musty-sweet smell of decaying leaves lingered in her nose, luring her with its unnatural and bewitching fragrance. Leonore was half awake and half asleep, yet her eyes were closed still. She could hear the smooth rustling of the leaves, however, even with eyes closed, she could distinguish the fresh fallen leaves from the withered and rotten ones.

It was the way they were released into the air; the way they were propelled in a dreamy and lackadaisical manner heightened the main difference. The fresh fallen leaves go freely with the air, but the withered leaves were stubborn.

Then. After closing her eyes hard at the same time drowning herself into unconsciousness, she felt being transported into some place sorted away and absent and from all of nature's beauty.

In the dim lighted narrow street, Leonore sees a woman being chased by a man. The man was all in black and wearing a hood, and in his right hand is a hammer. Leonore tried to reach out for the woman, but she couldn't let out a single word like her throat had been parched up. It was difficult, and she was withheld by an invisible force, which only required her to just watch as the woman stumbles upon a gutter, and hence the killer reached her out pushing her deeper into the filthy and foul water in the gutter. Leonore couldn't bear it, she screamed at the top of her lungs. But there was no voice coming out.