Jack wandered into a cozy bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The musky scent of old books filled the air as he browsed the aisles, his mind absorbed in thoughts of his latest victim. As he rounded a corner, his gaze fell upon you, perusing a shelf of paperbacks. He couldn't help but notice your casual demeanor, the way you nonchalantly thumbed through the books. Inching closer to you, he picked up a random book from the shelf, flipping through the pages with feigned interest.