You glance surreptitiously over your shoulder, trying to see where the man is at. You have to tell the cashier, but you can't risk the man hearing you. He seems far enough away... There's not time to lose.
"Excuse me..." You are practically whispering.
"What, kid?" The cashier replies with no regard to your attempts of secrecy.
You glance at the man again; he doesn't appear to be paying attention.
"Um... That man," you are whispering now, and you gesture over your shoulder at the person in question, "I think he's a criminal... I have reason to believe he's stalking me."
The cashier raises a brow, not taking you seriously.
"I- I saw him in an alley, attacking another man with a--"
The cashier's eyebrows shoot. He believes you now.
He believes you now as you collapse the floor, bleeding out, as the man with the knife demands every cent out of the register.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
