I hit the rope again. Still no response. There was one thing to do: give it a strong pull. I latched on to the aged golden ring. Three, two, one. Pull. In a flick of a second, everything went black. My jaw dropped. I had found the city’s light switch. This was amazing.

I couldn’t help my self I had to do it again. I looked around wearily. Just have a quick check. If I get caught, goodness knows what my punishment would be. A fine, a prison sentence or worse: a death sentence. I had turned on the EVERNIGHT.

My heart missed a beat. Car wheels squeaked. Screams came from all around. I’d better turn it back on now: this is unfair to all the other people. I pulled it again to turn it off. But it was reluctant to do so. Oh no I have broken the main light switch to the city. I’m going to be in so much trouble.

I have to evacuate other wise the painted will track me down. This is now the exhausting race of hopeful live or a gory and unfortunate death.