Chapter 12: Execution ( part 1 )

  8:00 AM – The Awakening of a Predator

  Rei’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the dull morning light filtering through the thin curtains of his room. The world was quiet. Still. Most people would take a few seconds to adjust, yawn, stretch, or check their phones lazily.

  Not Rei.

  His mind snapped into place like the final cog in a well-oiled machine. There was no drowsiness, no lingering dreams. Consciousness came with clarity—and purpose.

  Today was the day.

  The plan wasn’t just an idea anymore. It was alive, breathing, waiting to be put into motion. He had gone over the details countless times in his head, revising, optimizing, making sure no flaw remained. Now, it was only a matter of action.

  He picked up his phone from the nightstand. Just one notification—a delivery had arrived. He dismissed it instantly. That was yesterday’s concern. Today’s objective was far more important.

  He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. His movements were smooth, controlled. His face, calm. Like someone preparing for a morning run or a casual outing. But inside, his thoughts were already sharpening like blades.

  At the closet, he pulled out what he needed. Neutral colors—gray pants, a black hoodie, plain sneakers. No logos, no patterns, nothing that would make someone remember him. He didn’t want to stand out. He wanted to vanish into the background.

  He paused, listening for movement from the other rooms.

  Silence.

  His aunt was still asleep. Perfect. No need for conversation. No awkward lies.

  He walked out the door at 9:10 AM, locking it behind him with a soft click.

  The air was cool, fresh. A calm day. Birds chirped in the distance. A few neighbors were out for morning walks.

  Rei walked with his hands in his pockets, head slightly lowered. Just another teenager on his way somewhere.

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  No one gave him a second glance.

  9:45 AM – The Journey Begins

  The train station was exactly what he had expected—crowded but not overwhelming. Just enough chaos to give him cover.

  People rushed in different directions. Most of them were glued to their phones or headphones, avoiding eye contact. The automated ticket machines beeped softly in the background. Trains came and went with rhythmic punctuality.

  Rei moved through the station with ease. He didn’t rush. Didn’t loiter either. Just a smooth walk toward the platform, blending in with the dozens of other early commuters.

  He boarded the train as soon as it arrived. The doors hissed open, and he stepped in, choosing a seat near the exit. Quick access. Minimal visibility. Smart positioning.

  His hoodie was up, but not too tight around his face. His body language was relaxed, not tense. He had practiced this kind of presence—being invisible while sitting in plain sight.

  As the train pulled away from the station, the city unfolded outside the window. Skyscrapers, narrow alleys, construction zones, and vending machines zipped by like background noise.

  But Rei’s eyes weren’t on the view. They stared straight ahead, unblinking. His mind was elsewhere.

  He replayed the plan again. Each second. Each movement. What he would do if something went wrong. What he would do if something went too right.

  No room for fantasy. No room for emotion.

  Just precision.

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  10:30 AM – Outside the Jail

  The train ride didn’t take long.

  Rei exited with the same quiet ease, walking through the streets until the old jail came into view. It was a tired building—stained, rusted, half-forgotten by most. But the gates still held. The walls still stood tall. The system might have been weak, but the appearance of strength remained.

  Rei took his spot against a nearby wall. Casual posture. Eyes lowered. Hands in pockets. Just a student on a break. No reason for anyone to notice.

  But inside, he was focused.

  This was the moment he had been waiting for.

  Takashi Aizawa.

  Even the name left a bitter taste in Rei’s mouth. A man who had ruined lives, dealt in poison, traded in people, and laughed while doing it. A monster in a nice suit. His crimes had been well known, yet the law had failed to hold him.

  Because monsters like him knew how to survive.

  But today, the leash was gone. And Rei wasn’t the law.

  He was something else entirely.

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  10:45 AM – The Perfect Throw

  The sound of tires on gravel drew his attention.

  A sleek, black car rolled up to the prison gates. Polished. Clean. Tinted windows. The kind of vehicle that said, I’m important, and I know it.

  Not a rental. This was private. Expensive. A sign of power.

  Rei narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the back of the car. He noticed the way the sunlight reflected off a smooth panel beneath the rear door. A perfect surface.

  Perfect for a tracker.

  He rolled the tiny device between his fingers inside his sleeve. It was smaller than a coin, matte black, and magnetized. A specialized tool, designed for one purpose—following someone without being seen.

  The prison gates creaked open.

  Takashi stepped out like he owned the world. His suit was slightly wrinkled, but his confidence wasn’t. He stretched casually, smirking as if the past few years had been a minor inconvenience.

  A few guards gave him nods. No handshakes. No smiles. Just tolerance.

  Takashi didn’t care. He was already walking toward the car.

  Rei’s breath slowed. His eyes locked on.

  And then—action.

  His hand moved. A quick flick of the wrist. The tracker left his sleeve and soared through the air.

  It spun, silent and fast. Almost invisible.

  It hit the underside of the car—right where he aimed—and stuck without a sound.

  Rei didn’t flinch. He didn’t need to confirm it.

  He knew it had landed.

  Takashi opened the door and slipped into the back seat. The car pulled away slowly, merging into traffic like any other vehicle on the road.

  But it wasn’t just a car anymore.

  It was a signal.

  A trail.

  A leash.

  Rei pulled out his phone and opened the tracking app.

  A red dot blinked to life. It moved slowly across the map, tracing the car’s path in real time.

  He watched it for a few seconds, feeling the tension in his chest loosen slightly.

  “Now…” he murmured, his voice low and controlled, “let’s begin.”

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  End