Hagard

A man, just moments ago standing at the entrance of a department store amidst the evening rush, follows a woman on a whim. He doesn't know her, only sees her from behind, but as if in a game, he tells himself: If she goes that way, I won't follow her any further; if she goes the other way, I'll keep playing this game for a little while longer. It doesn't mean anything, no one will get hurt, and the distance in the crowd is so great that the woman won't even notice. Rather, it's a sporting challenge to not lose her in the crowd. In less than an hour, Philip has an important appointment anyway. But already he wonders if that could be postponed, as there is still some time until his evening engagement. What drives him is initially unclear. Is the pursuer simply a bored snob? A madman? A criminal? He seems to be hiding from something...