Evelyn Crawford strolled down the pitch-black road and finally heard some movement when she reached a stone bridge.
She paused, tilting her ear slightly to the side.
Beneath the bridge, there seemed to be rustling sounds.
Someone was struggling?
Suddenly, she strode to the edge of the bridge, one hand bracing against the rail, and with an agile flip, she leaped over from the bridge into the underpass.
Her movements were graceful, and her feet landed softly on the ground, like a cat.
Upon seeing the person under the bridge, Evelyn's eyes brightened.
Fortune really favors those with a purpose, granting her the chance to do a good deed.
She saw a man sprawled over a woman, who was clearly struggling and it didn't seem like a couple hiding for a romantic escapade.
But the man was passionate, and under the cover of darkness, caught up in excitement, he had not noticed Evelyn, the unexpected visitor.
"Hey," Evelyn raised her chin slightly.
