"I don't know."
"But lately, I feel like wherever I go, there's this pair of eyes secretly watching me. Sometimes, I even hear the sound of a camera shutter."
As soon as Samuel heard "camera," his mind raced to recent terrifying news stories about child trafficking. Those traffickers would often follow children and take their photos before starting their abduction plans. He became tense, "Xan, could it be that a trafficker has targeted you?"
"Nope." She shook her head. "I kinda saw him once. It's a small figure, not even as tall as you!"
"A little kid, huh?"
Xanthea: "I've got a plan to lure him out!"
"What's the plan?"
Xanthea leaned close and whispered her plan into his ear.
One day after school, as usual, she carried a bag of cat food into the small woods to feed the cats. While feeding them, she once again felt the familiar sensation of being watched. So, after the cats dispersed, she clapped her hands and started lifting her skirt.
Since it wasn't a trafficker but a peer about her age, it had to be some kind of creep!
Seeing her lift her skirt, he wouldn't be able to resist taking lots of photos. The moment his camera clicked, her brother would rush out and catch him!
Unexpectedly, the gaze that had been secretly watching her seemed to recoil like a shock when she lifted her skirt, and then quickly ran out of the woods.
Huh? Why wasn't there any sound?
Xanthea lifted her skirt left and right, but heard nothing. She looked around in confusion. That's odd!
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