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Dylan shooked his head off. Maybe he was imagining things right now. He turned around to leave, mentally taking note to rest for a while, as he was sure he was too tired. Just as he took a step forward, the sobs coming from that dark secluded corner stopped him again.

Something was bugging him. His gut feelings were telling him, that it was not just his imagination. He was feeling the urge to just check out that alleyway, for one time. There was nothing to lose anyway, even if it was his imagination.

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