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You couldn't help but feel like you're being watched .

It may be a low chance of that , considering how the crossroads are always filled with random civilians , of course you would have eyes on you .

But , you can't help but feel like there's a specific pair of eyes on you .

Walking around the streets , you heard footsteps behind you , straight up on instinct you turned around , no one was there . But because of your paranoia , you decided to go to where you heard the footsteps , an alleyway .

Your eyes instantly landed on Slingshot , a person you're familiar with . So why is he exactly here ? His cafe is nowhere near here .