Despite the contradicting feeling, I still choose to confront him. “Are you sure about that? There’s nothing special in this back alley anyway. That is unless you want something from me,” I say to him with a smirk. The man is trembling in fear as I approach him. He starts to take a step back the closer I am to him. It’s already too late for him to escape when he realizes that I already corner him. Now he doesn’t have anywhere to run.
Somehow, my instinct grows stronger the more I confront him. It keeps on telling me that I’m targeting the wrong person. I don’t get why my intuition is telling me otherwise. Should I be listening to my instinct more than what my logical mind is saying? Sure, he’s been following me all the way here. But he must have another reason why he’s doing it. Besides,
