🇬🇧WITNESS IN THE DARK 2🇬🇧
The rain returned. Same gray. Same silence.
One week later. Same corner. Same post.
He stood. Hands behind back. Spine straight. The cap pulled low.
The red bus hissed. Stopped. Emptied. Drove on.
Then he saw it.
Across the street. Alley mouth. A ginger flicker. Two eyes catching the streetlamp. Watching.
He didn't move. Didn't blink.
"I know you're there."
Voice flat. No warmth. Just sound cutting through rain.
The eyes didn't retreat. Didn't come closer. Just stayed.
Night passed. Hour by hour. Rain slowed. Dawn grayed the sky.
Ginger cat didn't sleep. Didn't look away.
The eyes vanished before sunrise. No sound. No trace.
Officer stood in his position. Hands behind back. Spine straight.
The red eye of the camera blinked. Recording continued.
Nothing changed. The city remained huge and void.
The rain continues. London is silent. He stands. In his brutal police uniform and boots, with a steel-cold face.
He needs no one. He is needed by no one. Except the surveillance camera, recording the street and the rain. And two eyes that watched him through the night.
