All of Serah’s movements ceased, her eyes urgently casting about for a way out of this situation. Her heart was pounding with dread, but her survival instinct somehow permitted her to still have control over her actions. She discreetly kept sifting through her bag, managing to get ahold of her phone.
"I said stop moving!" The guy growled from behind her, making her flinch.
She held her phone in a death grip, trying to guess where exactly to press to call for help.
"I can hear you fiddling with your phone." The guy said impatiently. "Hand it over."
She slowly turned around to face him. As soon as he entered her sights she blinked in astonishment.
"You- you're from that time at the café." She mumbled, her voice quivering slightly. The place was barely lit, his face mostly shrouded by
