Truth be told.
In movies, a scene like this usually signals that whoever stumbles upon it is about to meet their doom.
Within a few short seconds.
Yvonne Finley had played out every possibility in her mind.
So in that instant, she reacted and acted swiftly, pretending to mind her own business and turning around. After separating herself from their view, she planned to exit this deep alley first, about two hundred meters away, there was a feebly lit street lamp looming ahead.
Yvonne pulled up her scarf.
Her pace quickened.
She thought to herself: how unlucky.
About a dozen seconds later, she faintly heard footsteps from a diagonal direction, leisurely and random, yet heavily oppressive.
Yvonne glanced over involuntarily.
A tall, shadowy figure trailed behind her, walking with one hand in his pocket, parallel to her from the intersection ahead.
Yvonne: "..."
