Story Branch
I
do
not
often
walk
alone
at
night,
but
this
particular
night
I
did.
It
was
summer
and
there
was
a
pleasant
cool
breeze
coming
in
across
the
bay.
The
moon
hung
low
in
the
sky,
its
light
dancing
on
the
ripples
of
the
water.
The
streets
were
unusually
quiet,
save
for
the
occasional
rustling
of
leaves
or