Chapter 4 - A Face the City Had Forgotten
The street remained silent as the well-dressed man stopped beside Harold. Without hesitation, he knelt on one knee, ignoring the dust on the pavement, and carefully picked up the old photograph before placing it back into Harold's trembling hands.
"I apologize that we arrived too late," he said quietly.
Harold looked up, surprised rather than relieved.
"You shouldn't have come," he answered.
"I was already on my way."
The four young men exchanged uneasy glances. Moments earlier, they had been laughing without restraint. Now none of them seemed willing to speak.
The man slowly stood and turned toward them.
"My name isn't important," he said evenly. "What matters is that every security camera on this street has recorded the last several minutes."
One of the thugs forced a laugh.
"So what? Old guy fell over."
Before anyone could respond, several nearby shop owners stepped outside. Encouraged by the arrival of someone who appeared confident and influential, they finally began speaking.
"I saw them kick his crutch."
"They grabbed his belongings."
"They took something from his pocket."
Another witness nervously raised a phone.
"I... I recorded part of it."
The atmosphere shifted again.
People who had remained silent suddenly found their voices.
Harold watched the crowd with mixed emotions. He appreciated their honesty, yet he could not ignore how long it had taken before anyone chose to help.
The man in the black coat seemed to notice Harold's expression.
He quietly said, "Fear makes good people hesitate. Sometimes they only need one person willing to stand first."
Meanwhile, one of the younger thugs discreetly sent a message on his phone.
Within seconds, his face changed.
Someone had replied with only four words.
"Leave immediately. Right now."
His heartbeat accelerated.
Whoever had sent that warning almost never sounded afraid.
May you like
Today, they did.
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