Jin pulled up in his sleek black sedan and parked across from the Autumnvale Institute of Management. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the street as he adjusted his mask and sunglasses, settling into the driver's seat like a predator lying in wait. Yesterday's conversation with Abdul had yielded precious information: Marie Marigold, age 21, first-year student. The name alone made his blood boil with barely contained rage.
He had wanted to hunt her down immediately, but by the time he'd received the intel, evening had already fallen. So he'd returned to his villa, spending the night plotting his revenge in exquisite detail. Now he sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the institute's main entrance, waiting for his prey to emerge.
