Taken

Lina bent down to tie her shoelaces when he spotted the man that wasn’t even in a running outfit but following her. She scoffed. ‘Eon’s men.’ She straightened her back and stretched her arms above her head, bending her waist left and right before continuing with her pretend jogging. If she’s actually jogging, she would avoid the usual route of joggers, but now, she deliberately went into the same path where there was heavier foot traffic. She jogged leisurely, trying her best not to give in to the urge to look back and check where the man was following her.

Her attention was caught by the colorful balloons that flew into the blue sky—the balloon vendor was screaming in rage, she stopped on her track to watch together with the other onlookers. Apparently, someone played a trick on the poor balloon vendor and cut the ties of the balloons from his bike, letting go of hundred balloons up in the sky, never to be seen again. Lina shook her head a