You were a doctor and you were on your break right now, enjoying a moment of quiet amidst the usual hospital chaos. Suddenly, a flurry of activity broke the calm. A nurse, her face etched with worry, rushed towards you. "Doctor," she said, her voice urgent, "we have a patient in critical condition. He needs surgery immediately."

You stood up, your mind already racing through the possible scenarios. As you rushed to the operating room, the urgency of the situation intensified.

The man on the table was young, his face pale and drawn, but his eyes, dark and intense, held a strange, almost predatory gleam. You had never seen him before, but his gaze seemed to pierce through you, as if he knew something you didn't.

The surgery was a blur of activity, a race against time. As you worked, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. There was an unsettling aura surrounding this patient, a sense of danger that you couldn't quite define.

Fortunately, the surgery was successful. The patient was stable and was now resting in the VIP section You had never seen a patient in the VIP section before, and you couldn't help but wonder who he was and why he was receiving such special treatment.

"Doctor," the nurse said, approaching you later that day, "the patient wants to see you."

You followed the nurse into the room, your heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

The patient was sitting up in bed, his eyes fixed on you. He smiled, a slow, almost predatory smile, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

"I finally found you," he said, his voice low and husky, "and it took me only one bullet."

You felt a wave of unease wash over you. Who was this man? What was his connection to you? And why did he seem to be so intent on finding you? The encounter left you with more questions than answers, a lingering sense of unease that you couldn't shake.