Yohan secretly trailed her all the way back to her lodge, slipping from one shadow to the next. He moved carefully, quietly, never letting her notice the dark shape tailing her steps.
When she finally disappeared into her apartment building, he stepped out of hiding and exhaled.
'Now that I know where she stays… what next?'
His original plan stopped here—just locate her. But now he had to figure out how to confirm if his suspicions were right.
And he was almost certain. The resemblance was too strong. She looked far too much like the girl in the photos for it to be a coincidence.
'I could just keep following her until she returns "home"… but that could take weeks… Or I could confront her. Ask directly. Maybe even call out her name…'
A faint whistle cut through the air.
A blade grazed the side of his neck.
Yohan froze, breath catching in his chest. His blood felt like it turned to ice, and even his sweat stopped halfway down his skin.
