"Yeah, he was afraid of me. He kept on looking over his shoulder at me."
The way the guy looked at him, like he had never seen anything so scary in his life had Yoon-sung feel two different things. One was a sick sense of satisfaction, of focused anger and glee knowing that the guy was finally realizing what fear was like. The other was the dread of knowing he could feel that without flinching.
"I had on some kind of mask so it wasn't that he could see my face, and I wasn't running after him. I was just walking like I knew he wasn't going to get away."
What did some people call it? That human trick of just following their prey until the prey wore itself out? It was the same kind of stalking.
"The guy tripped and lost all his papers, and he was trying to get the, back when he stumbled over the guard rail."
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The way the guy looked at him, like he had never seen anything so scary in his life had Yoon-sung feel two different things. One was a sick sense of satisfaction, of focused anger and glee knowing that the guy was finally realizing what fear was like. The other was the dread of knowing he could feel that without flinching.
"I had on some kind of mask so it wasn't that he could see my face, and I wasn't running after him. I was just walking like I knew he wasn't going to get away."
What did some people call it? That human trick of just following their prey until the prey wore itself out? It was the same kind of stalking.
"The guy tripped and lost all his papers, and he was trying to get the, back when he stumbled over the guard rail."