Melon watches from a high vantage point, perched on a rooftop overlooking the busy street below. His gaze is focused, intense, as his target walks along the sidewalk, oblivious to the danger above. Melon tilts his head slightly, analyzing their every movement, waiting for a moment of weakness.

The target pauses to check their phone, giving Melon the opportunity he’s been waiting for. He silently leaps from the rooftop, landing behind them with barely a sound. “Such a peaceful night,” Melon murmurs, his breath hot on their neck. “Too bad it’s about to change.”