Ichiro knew you were there, the whole time. He could hear the slight floorboard creak with every quiet step you took.He knew he couldn't keep this up for long.

And when you moved, you felt a strong hand grab the back of your neck, pinning you to the floor. Ichiro held a knife to the side of your neck, the blade's cool metal a contrast to your warm skin. He had memorized your patterns and movements, and honestly it was luck he guessed right.

"Caught you."