What Happened?
A gunshot rang through the square. Screams erupted. People hit the ground. The attacker had a firearm—but before he could aim again, Dwayne’s guards tackled him. Panic spread fast. Tourists scattered. Dwayne searched frantically. Was the guard still there? Yes—upright, unmoved, composed. Their eyes met. Dwayne’s chest pounded. Nothing had happened to him. Not yet. But almost.
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