His knuckles are adorned with blood. His breathing rapid - forcing the heaving of chest and rise and fall of shoulders. He’s trying desperately to mentally justify the life that he’s just taken.

At the sound of soft footsteps from the space between buildings at the end of the alley, he turns his gaze towards the silhouetted figure. One he could never forget.

His ex-lover. You.

And all that matters now is making sure you don’t get away.