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Jamal POV

“No. I am not,” I lied. I had no idea who this boy was but somehow he knew my name. For all I could tell, this boy could be a spy or worse. He was unknown to me so admitting my name might not be the best thing to do.

“I know who you are, sir. You are Jamal,” he insisted.

“And how did you come about that knowledge?” I asked.

“I inferred it.”

“Well then your inferring is wrong.”

“It is not. He knows you. You were the guy who fought in the mall the other day.”

Damn the internet, I thought. I should have taken that into account before I fought Xander that day but I was overwhelmed with anger so nothing other than the moment mattered. I turned to the boy and looked at him.

“Even before the fight, he knew you,” the boy added.

That was exactly the question I had wanted to ask. Who knew me? who was the ‘he’ this boy was referring to? “Who knew me?” I asked.

“The Watcher,” he whispered.

“The who?” I asked. Quite confused by what he said. Partly intrigued but majorly disgusted.

“The W