With both of them subdued, I stood over them, my gaze as cold as the night air. The man and woman lay sprawled on the ground, panting, their faces pale and lined with fear. I could see the desperation in their eyes, the bewilderment, the realization that they were completely out of their league. The man's eyes flickered with something like defiance as he looked up at me, his voice shaky but demanding.
"Who are you?!" he rasped, trying and failing to wrest himself free from my grip. His voice held that tone of disbelief—like he couldn't quite understand how this had gone so wrong for them.
I leaned down slightly, just enough to meet his gaze directly. "Who am I?" I echoed, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. My lips curled into a smirk, and I shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just the guy who doesn't like being followed," I said, my voice calm, almost mocking. "That's all you need to know."
