You sat cross-legged on the edge of a five-story apartment building, elbows resting on your knees, eyes scanning the streets below. A family walked their dog. An old woman watered her plants. A group of teenagers laughed outside a convenience store.

Normal. Unassuming.

That was how you liked it.

The last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the alleyways. The streetlights flickered on one by one, humming their electric lullaby.

And then—

The voice came from directly behind you.

The soft rustle of a leather jacket shifting weight on gravel.

He knew.