"I need to get home," Said a middle aged man who seemed to be in a hurry. "If I come home late on Marcy's birthday she'll never forgive me."
He then paused and thought about a sad smile on his daughters face before continuing to walk but seemingly faster this time.
He was walking down a street that unlike the other streets around this side of the market, was relatively empty, almost like it was early in the morning based on the foot traffic.
But the man didn't notice this oddity since he was in a hurry and seemed to be worried about something.
The man glanced to the side and saw the stall or storekeepers on this street just opening their stalls.
'Why are they so late opening,' Thought the man in irritation. 'I need to buy something for Marcy.'
He then sighed.
'I guess I'll have to check the next street.'
At this moment he was walking by a dark alley.
"HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET AWAY FROM YOU!"