PART 2: THE TWO MAD WOMEN AT THE JUNCTION 
I never imagined that walking to work could turn into the most bizarre morning of my life.
Every day, I took the same route with Stella, my girlfriend. That morning, she had stayed over, and we were rushing out, coffee in hand, ready to catch a cab. We reached the junction, and out of nowhere, chaos ran toward us.
Two women were sprinting at full speed. Kneeling, shouting, waving rings. — “Please, Michael! Marry us! Both of us! If not, you’ll become mad!”
I froze. Did they mean me? I glanced at Stella, expecting a reaction, but she was frowning at the time. — “Babe, we’re late!” she hissed, unaware of the spectacle behind me.
Before I could process, one of them yanked my arm. I staggered but quickly recovered. They weren’t old, as I had assumed—they looked young, late twenties, strikingly similar, maybe sisters. One fair, one chocolate-skinned, both in tattered clothes and barefoot, dirty as if they’d been living on the streets.
— “Fine boy, we’ve been calling you for ages! Why are you pretending not to hear us?” the fair one said, eyes locked on mine. — “Or is it because you’re with your girlfriend?” the darker one added.
Goosebumps crawled across my arms. Stella noticed my hesitation and began walking back toward me, her tone sharp. — “Babe, what are you doing? We’re late!” she yelled, confused and frustrated.
I tried to signal her, but her attention was elsewhere. Meanwhile, the two women knelt on the ground, pulling out rings, their voices chanting in unison: — “Marry us! Both of us! We’re running out of time! If you don’t, you’ll become mad like us!”
Cold shivers ran down my spine. I scanned the junction—no one else was looking. Everyone else was oblivious, walking past, immersed in their morning routines.
Stella screamed again, snapping me from my shock. — “Look at my watch! We’re late!”
