'Something is not right.'
Lee was walking through the shadows of the buildings as the sky was slowly darkening. The streets were almost completely occupied with residents and vendors of different kinds. The shops had placed lanterns which had eyes wide open and illuminating the area around them, and shedding light on the path. Only the alleyways between the buildings remained spooky and unexplored.
The sensation of being followed was always felt by Lee. Thus he was careful when crossing the streets and moving through the shades of the shops. He had acquired a piece of thick cotton cloth, with which he covered his head and wrapped it around his neck. Since many people wear turban, and a few have cultural criteria to wear a hood, people did not find him strange. As he glanced around through the corners of his eyes, the feel of being focused by something became more intense.
'Shit!'
