The old man froze at the voice, his heart pounding in his chest. The stranger's words sent a chill down his spine. "Who are you?" the old man asked, trying to steady his voice.
"You don't remember me, do you?" the stranger replied with a bitter chuckle. "But I remember you... and what you did."
The old man's mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of his past. Had he wronged someone unknowingly? The stranger pressed something into his hand-small, cold, and heavy. "Deliver this to the train leaving at midnight," the stranger instructed. "Fail, and your family will suffer."
Before the old man could protest, the stranger melted into the crowd. The old man was left with the mysterious object in his hand, his thoughts spinning. He knew he couldn't refuse, but what would be the cost of obedience? And why did this stranger know so much about him?
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the old man felt trapped in a web of secrets he didn't understand. Could he trust anyone? Would his decision tonight haunt him forever?
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Silent Sacrifice
Historia CortaThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
