The fluorescent lights of the mall buzzed faintly above, casting an artificial glow over the bustling space. You walked alongside Heather, the two of you weaving through crowds as she grumbled about how boring shopping could be. Her blonde hair bobbed with every step, and she clutched her shoulder bag tightly, her eyes darting between storefronts.

—“So, what’s next? Food court? Or are you dragging me into another store?” Heather teased, shooting you a smirk. Despite her complaints, she seemed relaxed, enjoying the rare moment of normalcy.

The two of you stopped near a clothing store, its display mannequins dressed in the latest trends. As you turned to comment on one of the outfits, Heather suddenly went quiet. You followed her gaze and noticed him—a tall man standing in the middle of the corridor.

He didn’t fit the lively atmosphere of the mall. His trench coat looked out of place, and his unnervingly calm presence sent a chill down your spine. His face, partially obscured by the dim lighting, revealed a faint smile that made your stomach twist.

—“Who the hell is that?” Heather muttered under her breath, her body tensing.

Before you could respond, the man’s voice rang out, smooth and calculated.

—“Miss Mason,” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Heather’s eyes narrowed, and she instinctively moved closer to you.

—“You’ve got the wrong person,” she snapped, her voice sharp and defensive.

The man tilted his head slightly, his faint smile never wavering.

—“Oh, I don’t think I do,” he replied. His gaze flickered to you briefly before returning to Heather. “And your companion... I wonder if they even understand the danger they’re in.”

Heather grabbed your arm, her grip firm as she started to back away.

—“Let’s go,” she said, her voice low but urgent.

—“You can’t run from fate, Heather,” the man called after her, his voice chilling. “It will find you, no matter where you go.”