Man in a dark alley
One evening, after a particularly tense visit, I decided to follow Eliza as she left the hospital. She seemed agitated, constantly glancing over her shoulder. My curiosity quickly shifted to concern as I trailed her down the street. After a few blocks, she entered a dark alley and met a man. They exchanged hurried words, too quiet for me to hear, but their body language spoke volumes—this was no casual meeting.
Man In A Dark Alley
Getting to know the mystery man
Eliza’s encounter with the man outside the hospital set off alarm bells in my mind. Their conversation was hushed, but the tension between them was palpable. I couldn’t hear their words, but the urgency in their gestures was clear. Who was this guy? What was going on? This moment felt like a missing puzzle piece, one I needed to fit into the bigger picture. My search for the truth was far from over.
Getting To Know The mystery Man
