A Cold-blooded Monster

At a cafe,

Dylan kept his third empty coffee cup on the table while reading the second magazine. Even though he was reading it, his focus was somewhere else. In between, he looked around and searched the way to the men's restroom. He got up and went towards it.

He completed his work and was washing his hands when he saw two men behind him through the reflection of the mirror. Before he could turn around or say something, they knocked him off.

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After twenty minutes,

'Splash,' 

Dylan gasped for air and coughed as he opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to come to his clear senses. He was lying on an old unmaintained road. He wasn't tied so he was able to sit and look around.

It was a secluded area and he had no idea there was such a place like that around the city. The road was old and narrow, there were rows of trees on either side of the road. The fallen leaves were lying without a touch of tidiness.