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I was just standing there, not doing anything—just minding my own business in the black market area. I wasn’t causing trouble, not talking to anyone, just observing, silent. Then out of nowhere, this officer comes up to me. Alone. No backup, no witnesses.
He didn’t say much. Didn’t ask questions. He just started searching me like I was already guilty of something. No permission, no warrant—nothing. Before I could even ask what was going on, he was already going through my pockets.
I tried to speak, to ask him what his reason was, but he ignored me. Then, just like that, he said I was under arrest. No explanation. No proper cause. One minute I’m standing there doing nothing, and the next, I’m being treated like a criminal—for what?
All in pov.
He didn’t say much. Didn’t ask questions. He just started searching me like I was already guilty of something. No permission, no warrant—nothing. Before I could even ask what was going on, he was already going through my pockets.
I tried to speak, to ask him what his reason was, but he ignored me. Then, just like that, he said I was under arrest. No explanation. No proper cause. One minute I’m standing there doing nothing, and the next, I’m being treated like a criminal—for what?
All in pov.
