I walk calmly, yet swiftly, down the street. They follow me for three blocks. I'd better give them the slip.
On the left, there is an alley. I dart in. I push myself against the wall. The aura I felt is drawing closer. I don't know why, but I feel terified.
A dark figure walked in front of my hiding place. It's a man. He has his back to me, thank God! He has black hair and a large black trenchcoat. Who is he?
He turned and looked down the alley. His eyes are peircingly black. I stared as he slowly searched the alley. OH God, he's gonna find me.
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