Heart pounding, I watched the mysterious man buy fruits amid the growing conflict. It wasn't the fruit purchase that caught my attention, but the familiar wound on his arm—something that sparked my curiosity.
The man, having completed his fruit purchase, started to depart.
'Let's follow him closely for now... ' (Alex)
Deciding to follow him, I wore a mask to hide my identity.
Moving through the crowd, he occasionally glanced back, as if sensing me. I blended with the bustling crowd each time, trying not to draw attention.
But when he entered a dark alley, my careful plan reached a critical point.
'Damn it, he spotted me... What do I do? Should I go after him or just walk away?... Ugh, I can't just let him go... I have this feeling that if I don't follow him now, I might regret it later.' (Alex)
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