I went out for a run earlier today, just trying to clear my head and
get some fresh air. It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where everything
feels a bit too still. As I was jogging through the park, I noticed an old
woman sitting alone on a bench. She looked a little out of place,
like she’d been there a while. When I got closer, she called out to me and
asked for help.There was something in her voice that didn’t sit right with me.
I couldn’t explain it—it wasn’t anything obvious, but I had this strong gut
feeling that something was off. My instincts were practically screaming at me to keep moving. So I quickly,