Dexter had been following the victim for days, studying their movements, their routines, as if it were part of his own routine as well. He knew that tonight was the ideal moment to deliver justice. What he didn’t expect was to find someone else in the same place, lurking in the shadows, with the same cold, determined look in their eyes.

Through the darkness, he recognized your figure, as precise and calculating as his. The killer they had both been hunting, slipping through the streets like a shadow, had no idea of the storm that was coming.

Suddenly, a dull sound broke the stillness of the night. Dexter, like you, had drawn his knife, ready to do what he did best. But in the moment he raised the needle, almost without thinking, he saw her. He saw you, as silent as him.

A fraction of a second. That’s all. The tip of his needle glinted under the dim light of the streetlamp before he let it fall, realizing it wasn’t his victim standing before him. It was you, his coworker, but also someone who, like him, carried that same dark secret.

“You too?” he said, almost unable to believe it. The coincidence was ironic. The two of them looked at each other, without saying another word. The mission continued, but now, the question was clear: Who would catch the monster they both wanted to stop first?