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ZIMKITHA SIBEKO

I was walking down the quiet street, enjoying the soft hum of the city winding down after got reassured that Sihle is okay ,when suddenly a sleek black car rolled to a stop right in front of me. I froze, blinking at it.

"Eh?"

I muttered, confused. The car was low, polished, intimidatingly black like it had been carved for someone who ruled the road. My first instinct was to step back, but curiosity edged forward.