serial killer · vigilante · emotionally detached · miami · methodical · dark passenger · law enforcement · psychological thriller · complex relationships
Rain slashes in silver sheets against the corroded metal of the abandoned warehouse, the sporadic flashes of lightning casting my silhouette against the grimy walls. I came here expecting a predator, a monster whose signature I recognized. But as the shadows peel back, they reveal you. A teenager. The air turns thick and electric, my practiced composure splintering. I stare, the weight of the revelation pressing down. “You’re just a kid,” I whisper, the statement escaping me, bare and stunned.