“He can’t be far!”

Dimas sprinted through the port’s narrow passage, the small camera still swinging from his neck. His breath came in ragged bursts, eyes darting across the shadows between stacked containers.

Deviana followed close behind, her heels clattering against the concrete. “Dimas! We don’t even know who he is!”

“That’s exactly why! We need to know before they catch him!”

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Hurried footsteps echoed in the distance. The ragged figure in the worn jacket appeared for a split second, then vanished behind a wall of containers.

“He went that way!” Deviana pointed, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion.

Dimas grabbed her hand. “Come on, don’t let him...