Just then, Cecil could detect movement from outside the alleyway. She did not trust anyone or anything at this moment, and fortunately, she could see the backdoor of one of the stalls opening.
A woman with medium-length black hair dressed in the stall's uniform was carrying a bag of trash, planning to dispose of it. Cecil rushed towards the backdoor, the pain in her shoulder was almost unbearable.
"You can't go in there that way."
The female staff member noticed her, telling her politely. The staff glanced over to Cecil, and the unconscious man that she left behind.
She was clearly unfazed.
Seeing that the female staff member was probably accustomed to seeing this happen, Cecil wanted to plead with the woman to let her hide inside momentarily.
"I am--"
"Here, here!" Someone hollered. "I followed him all the way here!"
Cecil gasped, stepping into the shadows.
"That woman has to be here somewhere, go!"
They are definitely the back-up.