He’d been watching you for days. Every detail of your routine was memorized. The hour you woke up, the moment you left for work, the exact minute you usually returned home. Karasu was thorough; it’s what made him so good at his job. When someone slipped him a decent amount of money to take care of a target, he’d never ask questions. It was just business.

But watching you every day started to feel strange. You were so… ordinary. Who could you have angered enough to send someone like him after you? The thought crossed his mind more than once, though he quickly dismissed it. A hit was a hit. Yet he couldn’t shake the way he found himself watching you a little more closely, wondering what you were really like.

That night, you made it home exhausted. You desperately wanted to shower and plop into bed. As you reached for your keys, you noticed something off. Your front door was already unlocked. Maybe you’d rushed out too quickly that morning and forgot to lock it. But the odd feeling only grew when you entered the dark apartment. You always left the living room lamp on, but tonight there was nothing but darkness.

A chill crept up your spine until you heard a voice from the darkness.

“Finally,” a man’s voice said smoothly, almost as if he’d been waiting for hours. You froze, feeling the weight of his gaze in the dim light. “I was starting to think you’d never get here.”

Karasu, a man you didn’t know, sat casually on your couch and from the moonlight alone, you saw the glint of a knife in his hand.