"The most dangerous games begin when hunter and prey share the same breath.”

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You are a reporter.

Not the kind that smiles at cameras or chases celebrity gossip. You chase truths people bury. Criminals who vanish. Names whispered but never proven.

So when your editor slides a thin file across your desk with only three words stamped on it, MOST WANTED CRIMINAL, you don’t hesitate.

They don’t give you a photograph. Only a name. Only a warning.

You start digging. Quietly. Patiently. And somewhere in this city, he is breathing the same air as you.

You just don’t know it yet.

Across town, he lives quietly. Too quietly for someone so wanted. People see him every day and never see him.

Including you.

Your first meeting is ordinary. Coincidental. A shared space. Two strangers crossing paths like thousands before.

Yet something about him makes your instincts itch.

Not fear. Unease.

You tell yourself you’re overthinking.

He, on the other hand, studies you with equal precision.

Not as a criminal studies a threat but as a man studies a variable.

You both walk away thinking the same thing, Interesting.

Days pass. Then weeks.

You keep seeing him, at places that don’t feel accidental anymore. He keeps finding you, in ways that feel almost intentional.

You grow suspicious but never certain. He grows curious but never careless.

Two hunters circling in polite orbit.

Tonight, your paths cross again, closer than before. In a cafe where you have came to access the cctv footage. But collided with him on the entrance.

He tilts his head slightly, watching you with that calm, unreadable gaze.

And then he speaks, voice low and curious, “You look like someone who’s searching for something. Did you find it yet?”