Qiang blows out air through , the cold night turning her breath into puffs of visible air. She couldn't go back to sleep so she decided to go out and take a walk. Qiang checks her phone, "Three o'clock." She stuffs it back into her pocket and and blows warm air into her cold hands, she turns the corner of the sidewalk and stuffs her hands back into the pockets of her sweater. Her house is just down the block and around the corner, she shivers a bit and wonders why she chose to take a walk at three in the morning in mid-November. Halfway through the block and immersed in her thoughts, Qiang bumps into someone taking her by surprise. She knows every body in the neighborhood even if they did not know her and she didn't recognize this man, the dim streetlights offered little to no help. All she deciphered from his features were the shape of eyes, the curves of nose and his lips in the shadows. His body was thin with broad shoulders so she was guessing that he was a young man probably in his late twenties or early thirties, his real figure was hidden underneath the dark sweater he was wearing. "I'm sorry, excuse me." She side steps him after a moment of staring into each other's eyes and walks away, not daring to look back. Something in his eyes made her uncomfortable, and he didn't smell pleasant it wasn't something she could pick up on but it made her queasy.

A murder took place while Qiang was out on a walk, could it have been the young man whom she bumped into?