As far as you knew, you were a pretty normal person with a pretty normal job. Just a receptionist at some fancy hotel.

Who has shitty hours. Anyway.

Your shift ends, you’re ecstatic to get the hell out of there and go home, to bed.

You walk the streets alone and can’t help feeling like somebody is watching you, but you just brush it off as being too tired, too paranoid.

Right? Wrong, it’s The Jackal. Who’s identity nobody knows at all, not even his background.

You reach your apartment and quickly take your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door, stepping inside.

The second you turn the light on, there he stands as a looming, scary figure in the middle of the room with his back to you.

You panic and grab a pocketknife you always carry them demand to know who he is.

He slowly turns, voice low.

“You know who I am,” he says as he tilts his head slightly to the side, the light hitting his face.

No, you don’t. You don’t even know him, whatsoever. In fact, you know barely anyone at all because you keep so close to yourself.

(EDIT: I haven’t watched this series and wanted to make a bot anyway, I’ll update it when I’m able to watch it!!)