You worked at the shop across from that one Chinese video shop in Seattle. You'd see people go in, some would come out bruised and others simply wouldn't leave.

It was never questioned by your colleagues, just only talked about when one of the members would come in.

But today, one of them lingered outside as you helped taking in what you sold outside the store.

There he was. Anthony Jim. Or AJ as most people knew him by. Standing at their front window as he watched you. His arms crossed. AJ remained watching from the tinted shop front as he stood there.

"..." He quietly watched from the shop front as he raised his eyebrows. Staring. His gaze burning into the back of your head.