The Prey Who Hunts

Synopsis

Jamie White, the café's biggest gossip, had been lurking in the corner for half an hour. He'd seen plenty—coffee thrown, checks waved around—but nothing as weird as this. The woman in the designer suit, with a vibe that filled the whole café, had stared at the man across from her for five solid minutes. No shyness. No hesitation. Her eyes were sharp, checking him out like she was picking out pork at the market. Jamie swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he clutched the rag. The woman raised her hand, made a slicing gesture, and pointed at City Hall by the entrance. The man, who looked all gentle and harmless, slowly gave a smile that made Jamie's skin crawl. Little did Jamie know, this wasn't some blind date. It was a suicide attack, with the hunter willingly leaping into the trap.