[Isaac had expected to see whoever the person was when he went around the same corner. When he didn't, well, to him that meant the person was running and it was practically an invitation to chase. Or he'd been entirely mistaken, but he didn't think so. A good hunter didn't lose his target, even in a swirling herd, and Isaac had always been a good hunter. The one in white had gone this way, he was positive.
He hadn't played this game in a long time, and why hold back? It was fun! So Isaac was grinning when he broke into a full sprint, looking for white, moving or still, especially in shadows or down alleyways. He navigated the crowd with the ease of one long used to running through dense forest or thick crowds, laughing when he had to dodge or change direction.
And there, white! It could be someone else, but Isaac knew he would find out. Someone who wasn't being chased would stand still in confusion and he'd have to go on searching.]
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He hadn't played this game in a long time, and why hold back? It was fun! So Isaac was grinning when he broke into a full sprint, looking for white, moving or still, especially in shadows or down alleyways. He navigated the crowd with the ease of one long used to running through dense forest or thick crowds, laughing when he had to dodge or change direction.
And there, white! It could be someone else, but Isaac knew he would find out. Someone who wasn't being chased would stand still in confusion and he'd have to go on searching.]