It was a big mistake to accept this task. Why hadn't I thought about it before? Why did I forget that the people in this town were so strange and looked at me as if they wanted my blood?
I walked with my head down and my fists clenched, trying to ignore the stares piercing my back. I hadn't done anything wrong, so I didn't understand why they were acting like that.
I felt like someone was following me. It was a girl in a red hoodie, who kept her distance but changed direction every time I did. I wasn't sure, but it seemed obvious to me that she was following me. Unless we were headed to the same place.
I shook my head, focusing on the small map Niccholas had given me. The drawing indicated that the store I needed was on the west side of the square, on the third block after the pizzeria
