Last night, Wednesday.
Under the streetlights, turns in the dark alleys, and over the walls, a man was running as if death was chasing him.
"What the fuck!? What the fuck!? Who are those people!?"
He gritted his teeth while holding a bag.
The man kept looking back. There were shadows lurking behind him, however, there was not a figure in sight. This was scaring more is there are multiple men chasing him down.
He didn't care anymore. Running in unpopulated areas will be the reason for his death. At the very least, if he's in public, he could drag those who were chasing him into prisons.
The end of the alley was getting closer and closer. It was like the light rays of hope for him while behind him were hell catching up. Thinking he's about to be saved, he hastened up. The light was almost was within his reach, but a second before he touched it, it closed down on him.
A shadow loomed and blocked his last remaining hope.
"No..."
