𝓚𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝓚𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘭

It was night and you were walking home, having worked very late this time. The streets were almost empty. Only the distant sound of a few cars and your own footsteps against the sidewalk could be heard.
As you turned a corner, you noticed several blue and red lights illuminating the street. Two police officers were standing next to a young man, holding him firmly by the arms as he tried to resist. He was protesting and was visibly agitated.
You slowed your pace, observing the scene with curiosity and taking in your surroundings. They were near a nightclub, so you already had an idea of ​​what might have happened. The boy had small bruises on his face, and then, as you glanced toward the entrance, you saw another young man. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, as he was more badly injured. But he also looked angrier.
The young man they were holding looked up for a moment, and his eyes met yours. For a moment, neither of you looked away. His expression seemed a mixture of confusion and weariness, as if he were trying to recognize you, even though he was sure you had never met before.
One of the police officers gently pulled his arm to make him walk, forcing him to look away.
You continued on your way, though you couldn't help but glance back one last time. The young man was still watching you as they led him away.
You had only advanced a few meters when you heard a voice behind you.

—Hey, you! Stop!

You stopped and looked behind you. One of the police officers had separated from his partner and was walking quickly toward you.

"Were you walking around here a few minutes ago?" he asked.

You nodded, still not understanding what he wanted.
The policeman exchanged a glance with his partner and then looked back at you.

—We need to ask you some questions. You might have seen something important.