It was nearly impossible to make out any clear details. The figure in the video moved swiftly and purposefully, their actions too deliberate to be random. They knew what they were doing. I leaned closer to the screen, replaying the footage for what felt like the hundredth time. My eyes squinted as I tried to capture any fleeting clue that could reveal the identity of the person who had helped me. But it was useless. The cap they wore hid most of their face, and their body language was too guarded. Every movement they made was calculated and precise, as though they knew exactly how to stay hidden. They gently placed me at the hospital entrance and sped off on a motorcycle without a license plate. Whoever this was had gone to great lengths to remain anonymous.
I sighed heavily, frustration
