Who was it?
A tall figure emerged just beyond the glow of the streetlamp. Dressed sharply in a suit, the man exuded an unsettling air of professionalism.
His face was difficult to make out, but his presence was undeniably imposing.
He waited patiently, his demeanor eerily calm, as though he expected her to respond.
"Do I know you?" Hermia asked tentatively, her voice tight with apprehension. How did he know her name?
"Please follow me," the man replied, his tone polite but unsettlingly firm.
Hermia's stomach twisted.
Follow him? Her instincts screamed at her to stay put.
She glanced at her phone, quickly checking the ride-share app. It still said her driver was fifteen minutes away.
Was this man her Uber driver? The thought didn't sit right. He didn't look the part—too polished, too composed.
Or—was this her father? He sent her a chauffeur?!
