## Maya's POV
We navigated through the crowded streets,
trying to blend in. Aisha's hand was clenched in mine, her eyes scanning the faces around us. I
knew she was searching for the scar-faced man, but I was searching for answers. Why was this happening to us? What did they want?
As we turned a corner, a sea of faces blurred together. The sounds of the city became a
cacophony, overwhelming me. I felt like we were disappearing into the crowd, becoming just another faceless pair of sisters.
## Aisha's POV
I gripped Maya's hand tightly, my heart racing with every step. The scar-faced man seemed to
be everywhere, his eyes haunting me. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
As we walked, the city's lights became a blur. I
felt like I was losing myself in the crowd, like I was just another anonymous face. But Maya's hand in mine kept me grounded.
## Fatima's POV
I watched my daughters from afar, my heart heavy with worry. I knew I had to tell them the truth, but I was afraid. Afraid of losing them, afraid of what they might think of me.
As I followed them, keeping a safe distance, I felt like I was losing control. The secrets I'd
kept for so long were eating away at me, and I didn't know how much longer I could keep them hidden.
## Scar-faced Man's POV
I scanned the crowd, my eyes locking onto the sisters. They thought they could hide, but I had eyes everywhere. I'd find them, no matter what it took.
My phone buzzed, and I answered, my voice low. "Yes?"
"The sisters are getting close to the truth," a voice said. "We need to take care of them, permanently."
I nodded, a plan forming in my mind. The sisters wouldn't be a problem for much longer.