narrating):So, it’s a beautiful Saturday morning, right? The kind that just makes you feel like everything’s gonna be alright. Me and my friends, Ntsako and Hlavutelo, we decide to head over to the Pimville Sports Centre for our squash training. Usually, we train at the Chiawelo Squash Centre in Gazankulu, but today, that place was closed. So, we thought, “Why not? Let’s give Pimville a try.”[Cut to us walking, passing a taxi rank.]Me (narrating):Most of the other members took a taxi, but we? We decided to walk. Felt like an adventure, you know? We crossed this old, rusty bridge in Kliptown. It’s a shortcut... but yeah, it also leads through this hidden place—a haven for junkies and nyaupe smokers.[Cut to the bridge. The atmosphere shifts, becoming more tense as we approach the isolated area.]Me (narrating):As we walked, we’re just joking around, debating about what we’d do if someone tried to mug us.[Flashback to the conversation between us as we walk.]Ntsako (laughing):If anyone tried to mug me, I’d fight back, throw them in the river!Hlavutelo (shaking his head):No, no, no. We don’t have the right to take a life. Everyone deserves a chance.Me (narrating):We keep going, not even noticing how close we’re getting to that danger zone. It’s quiet... too quiet.[Cut to three suspicious figures approaching from the shadows. The atmospher