Erik and Rebecca's footsteps echoed through the dark alleys as they pursued the mustache man.
The narrow, winding streets of the slums were a maze, and the chase was a frenetic game of cat and mouse.
Their target's fear lent him speed, and he darted through the shadows, his heavy boots pounding against the cobblestones.
Erik locked his eyes on his target, moving his body with a fluid grace as he leaped over obstacles and dodged around corners.
The man was desperate but familiar with the slums. It enabled him to keep a safe distance from Erik, who was faster and stronger.
Since adrenaline was still coursing through his veins because of the fight, the young man felt the thrill of the chase and he pushed himself harder.
"Erik!" Rebecca screamed as he left her behind and turned the corner.
Rebecca's heart was pounding in her chest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she navigated the labyrinthine alleys.