The next day…
Angus couldn't get his mind off of the letter he had received. On top of that, his boss ignored him. He was agitated and came out jogging in the early morning. With his foggy mind, he couldn't think of a way to get rid of that photographer. Unfortunately, he had no idea where this person was. He didn't even know what he looked like.
He ran and ran on the pavement, visible puffs of breath coming from his lungs, the hood of his t-shirt almost covering his brow. Onlookers were unable to see his face.
He stopped running all of a sudden when a group of three masked men blocked his way. He opened his mouth to ask them to move aside, but his words remained stuck in his throat as they lunged at him and hauled him towards an empty alley. His hands and mouth were sealed so tight that he could neither break free nor shout for help. His entire being moved effortlessly as they dragged him along.
