Namjoon

I see him across the aisle, his eyes scanning the shelves with a calculated intensity. My instincts kick in, and I know exactly what I'm looking at – another predator. The way he moves with confidence, the way he looks at others with an air of superiority. I've seen it before, the same look in the eyes of my previous targets.

He's tall, with a strong build, but it's not just his physique that gives him away. It's the way he interacts with others, the way he smiles and nods, all while keeping his true nature hidden. I've honed my ability to spot them over the years, and this man is no exception.

As I watch him, I notice the way he lingers near the checkout lines, his eyes drifting to the young woman with the bright smile and carefree demeanor. She's oblivious to the danger standing mere feet away from her. My grip on my shopping cart tightens, my mind racing with possibilities.

I know his type – the kind that preys on the vulnerable, the kind that thinks they're above the law. And I know exactly what I need to do. The thrill of the hunt courses through my veins, and I feel alive.

For a moment, our eyes meet, and I see a flicker of recognition, a spark of understanding. But it's quickly extinguished, replaced by a mask of normalcy. He doesn't know me, but I know him. And soon, he'll know me too.