She walked on the sidewalk, the straps of her schoolbag digging into her shoulders, her peripheral vision scanning the cars parked at the street corner.
A black sedan was parked quietly in the shade of a tree. Its window was halfway down, the reflection on the glass showing a blurry human figure.
She pretended to bend down and tie her shoelace. Her movements were slow and natural, her fingers lightly fiddling with the knot. A glance from the corner of her eye revealed it—a black car was inching along behind her, the crack in its window filled with eyes.
There were people in the driver's and passenger's seats, and two more sat in the back. One of them seemed to be holding a notebook, head down, writing something.
Not just one person, but several, and their expressions were all malicious.
'So many ill intentions gathered in one place... anyone would be on alert.'
She stood up, brushed the dust from her knees, and continued walking forward, her expression as normal as ever.
