$ATM
The icy wind howled through the narrow alley as Sarah clutched the stolen USB drive, her heart pounding. Behind her, footsteps echoed, closing in. She glanced back—two shadowy figures emerged, their faces obscured by hoods.
“You can’t run forever,” one of them growled.
Sarah smirked, slipping into the crowd at the bustling market. Her mind raced. The drive wasn’t just data—it was a ticket to the truth. But if caught, it would cost her everything.
A hand gripped her shoulder. She spun around—was it an ally or her end?
The chase had just begun.
