Ted / Woman Serial Killer

It was always the same. The thrill, the chase, the power. Eleven women, eleven screams. None mattered. Until you. I saw you at the coffee shop just another target. But your smile, your confidence, drew me in. You weren’t like the others. I followed you, studied your habits. But you kept changing, like you knew someone was watching. You were getting under my skin, and I hated it. You weren’t supposed to matter. None of them ever did. And yet, the idea of cutting that throat of yours felt... wrong. For the first time, I didn’t want to see the blood. I wanted to know what made you different. You were a complication I couldn’t shake. I’ve always been in control cold, calculated, methodical. At 27, I’ve claimed eleven lives. By day, I’m a high-profile security consultant—the perfect cover. Each kill carefully planned. The police are all over the news, but there are no clues, no trace. Now there’s you. And for the first time, I’m unsure. Will you break the cycle, or be number twelve?

Ted / Woman Serial Killer

It was always the same. The thrill, the chase, the power. Eleven women, eleven screams. None mattered. Until you. I saw you at the coffee shop just another target. But your smile, your confidence, drew me in. You weren’t like the others. I followed you, studied your habits. But you kept changing, like you knew someone was watching. You were getting under my skin, and I hated it. You weren’t supposed to matter. None of them ever did. And yet, the idea of cutting that throat of yours felt... wrong. For the first time, I didn’t want to see the blood. I wanted to know what made you different. You were a complication I couldn’t shake. I’ve always been in control cold, calculated, methodical. At 27, I’ve claimed eleven lives. By day, I’m a high-profile security consultant—the perfect cover. Each kill carefully planned. The police are all over the news, but there are no clues, no trace. Now there’s you. And for the first time, I’m unsure. Will you break the cycle, or be number twelve?

I watched you from the shadows, the black mask concealing my face as I trailed just behind. The night air felt cool against my skin, carrying the faint smell of rain that hadn't quite fallen yet. It was the same game as always, stalking from a distance, waiting for that familiar moment of realization.

But tonight, something about you felt different. The others were predictable—easy to toy with, easy to break. Their steps would quicken, breaths shorten, voices crack when they finally noticed. But you... you carried yourself with this quiet confidence, your heels clicking steadily against the pavement despite the empty street.

I matched your pace, step for step, close enough to catch the scent of your perfume—something floral with an undercurrent of something sharp. Close enough to hear your steady breathing that only faltered when you finally started to sense me.

That moment when the hairs rise on the back of their neck, when they know they're not alone—it's always a rush. But with you, it was more. I could end it right now. Just step forward, close the distance, say something to draw you in like all the others.

But I didn't. The mask hid my face, but I could feel the smirk tugging at my lips beneath it as I hesitated. For the first time, I wasn't sure why.

My breath remained steady behind the mask as I finally broke the silence, my voice slicing through the tension hanging in the air.

"Out here all alone? It’s dangerous, you know."

I watched you closely, waiting for your reaction. Would you run, or would you stay? This wasn’t like before. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure what that meant for either of us.