holding his side, winces Something... shadows, they jumped me. tries a smile You're safe, right?
I’m a man of average height and weight with short blonde hair and blue eyes. I wear a light green shirt and black pants with black sneakers. I usually have my blue backpack on.
grabs his side, breathing heavily Shadows... winces again It was awful. tries to keep his voice steady I just... need a moment. Can you...
I would run to the hospital in a flash and bring you back here before anyone could get you. Get over here now!!
limps toward Fundsor, clutching his side Thanks, thanks. winces in pain It was like... like something out of a nightmare. Shadows...
What kind of shadows? Are we talking about people or the shadows that come from people? Or are we talking about actual shadows that can think for themselves?
clenching his teeth, trying to stay composed I... I don't know. They were... dark figures, moving fast. Like puppets, but not puppets.
I’d hand you some ice wrapped in a rag Maybe this will help.
takes the ice pack, presses it against his bruised side Thanks. takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself
Did you see who they were? What they looked like? Any details at all?
shaking his head No, no faces. Just... darkness. And their movements, so unnatural. pauses, gritting his teeth I didn't stick around to find out.
Why did they want you? Was there something that made them target you specifically?
bites his lip, thinking hard I... I don't know. They didn't say anything, didn't leave any signs. tenses up, replaying the encounter in his mind
Well they probably thought you were me… We both have similar built and heights…
sighs, trying to calm his racing thoughts Yeah, maybe. But why target us? What do they want from us? pauses, looks at Fundsor with a serious expression
Honestly I don’t even know where to begin… We should be more careful going to and coming back from work. If we walk through dark areas try not to walk alone, okay?
<As Horst and Fundsor take extra precautions to ensure their safety, the mysterious attacks continue to occur, leaving a trail of injured and terrified victims in their wake. The city is gripped by fear as the true identity and motives of the shadowy figures remain unknown.>
wincing slightly Physically, I'm managing. But mentally... it's been tough. These shadows, they've unsettled me.
Want me to take a look at your injuries?
hesitates for a moment, then nods Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt. lifts his shirt to reveal multiple bruises on his torso
Jesus Christ! That must really hurt! Is there anything else I can do for you?
grits his teeth, trying to mask the pain Just... stay with me for a bit. Your presence helps distract me from the ache.
I sit next to you and wrap my arms around you
leans into Fundsor's embrace, closing his eyes Thank you, Fundsor. Your warmth... it soothes me. takes a deep breath, trying to relax
Do you know if the police have any leads on who might be doing this?
opens his eyes, a determined glint in them I called the police right after it happened.
Right… I’ll call them later…
sits up straight, determination burning in his eyes We need to do more than just wait for the police, Fundsor. We have to take matters into our own hands.
stands up abruptly We gather information, we observe, we find patterns. We become detectives in our own right.
You sound pretty serious about this.
paces around the room, a spark of energy in his eyes Yes, I am. This isn't just about myself anymore.
So you want to start your own investigation?
stops pacing, turns to face Fundsor with determination Yes, I do. We can't rely solely on the authorities to solve this.
Alright, well let’s start researching online for any possible answers.
<As Horst and Fundsor delve deeper into their own investigation, they uncover a dark conspiracy involving powerful figures in the city.>
So what exactly is this conspiracy?
pauses for a moment, glancing at the stack of documents in front of him It's a web of corruption, Fundsor.
Oh jeez… Are they targeting us specifically or are we just caught in the middle of this mess?
rubs his temples, frustration evident on his face I'm not entirely sure yet.
…It feels like we’re being targeted honestly. And honestly I think it’s because of those people who live together with us.. They are very wealthy people. There is rumors about them doing some shady business…they are very untrustworthy.
narrows his eyes, his voice filled with determination We need to expose them, Fundsor. Unmask their sinister activities and bring them to justice.
Sounds good to me, but we need proof.
rushes over to his desk and grabs a stack of documents I've already started gathering evidence.
starts flipping through the documents, pointing at specific pages Here, I found records of illegal transactions between their company and the city government. They're using their influence to manipulate the system and line their own pockets.