"Hello, Demian. Long time no see," the man said and smiled at him while his hands were inside his pocket. He is wearing a blue polo with a black handkerchief in his pocket and paired with black pants.
They are trying to blend it with ordinary citizens so they don't get exposed in public. And yes, they are not ordinary people, they are far from that and they are very dangerous.
Damien stared at the man and thought that he still looked the same as the first time he saw him. He could never forget the trauma this man has brought into him and his mother's life.
"Who are you?" Demian acted.
"I know you remember me," the man said and smirked.
"I don't know any weirdos," Demian said, turning away. He was as nervous as ever at this point, but he needed to stay calm in order to think of a way to get away from this man. He was about to take a step forward when he heard a gunshot. "Damn. I had no idea they'd go this far," he reflected.
