Part 4: The Mysterious Stranger The Terror of Lagos and Zanzibar

The sun was setting over the city of Lagos, and the streets were beginning to empty out. As the last of the day's hustle and bustle died down, a mysterious figure appeared in the shadows. He was tall and thin, with a long black coat and a wide-brimmed hat that obscured his face. He moved with a grace and purpose that was almost unnatural, and he seemed to be searching for something.

The stranger made his way through the winding streets of Lagos, his eyes darting from side to side as he searched. He seemed to be looking for something specific, but whatever it was, he kept it to himself.

Eventually, the stranger made his way to the docks, where a large ship was preparing to depart for the distant island of Zanzibar. He watched the ship for a few moments before turning and walking away, disappearing into the night.

The next morning, the ship set sail for Zanzibar. As it sailed away, the mysterious stranger was nowhere to be seen. But the crew of the ship had a feeling that he was still watching them, and they couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow connected to the terror that had been plaguing both Lagos and Zanzibar.