I waited for Iris to come out of the store for a few minutes, but there was no response. So I decided to go inside myself.
Every second she stayed inside made the unease in my chest grow heavier.
I immediately noticed the figure clad in black that was following Iris and noticed how uncomfortable she looked about the whole thing.
Her shoulders were tense, her steps uneven, as if she was forcing herself not to panic.
'So that person is definitely not a bodyguard. Should I approach Iris and ask if she needs help?'
Before I could approach Iris, she decided to leave the store, and the black-clad man followed her. I followed the pair as well, but at a safe distance from them, until we reached a parking lot.
The space felt eerily quiet, the kind that made every footstep echo louder than it should.
