My heart pumped faster as the steps closer. Slightly I felt fingers trying to grab my arm. I parried it and turned around. My amygdala told me to take a flight as I saw a duel between two men.
Nearly 500 metres away, I stopped and sat at a bench. A man approached. He handed me a mobile phone that I recognised as mine. It dropped as I ran off. I thanked him, but why there was a hunch telling me to flee?