teao.
┋ ji-hae park
┋ female
i. seeking, finding, looking, searching, whatever you may call it- that's what i do. my profession is to seek. to seek out others as they hide from not only me, but the eyes of society- as they run and run and run and run away from what they caused for themselves. my job as a bounty hunter is to bring them back. and i took an oath that said
nobody would ever escape my eyes.
ii. the church bell dangling in the tower above me made a loud
ding as it bumped against he side over and over again.
such a nuisance. my eyes dart back and forth, looking for some type of clue my brain has put together clearly after seeing my victim's files. insanely religious, unforgiving, murderer. he fits all three boxes and most likely, many more. a sociopath? affirmative. but, i'll catch him. i always catch them. they hide, i seek, i win. simple as that- i've never lost a game.
iii. as many would say, bounty hunters are illusive, crazy masochistic creatures. well, there's somewhat of a truth in that. we're illusive to the bone, our eyesight and strength is in prime condition- after all, handcuffing a fugitive is rather draining- and we have no breaks. they run, we run with them. they hide, we hide with them. they never last.
his footsteps are obnoxious. i travel behind him with a pair of handcuffs and a taser in my easily accessible backpack. how did he even escape being this loud and obvious? i don't get it at all. did somebody bail him out and then disappear? fugitives are a mystery, until you run a background check on them. then everything makes sense, right? so how did this psychopath escape from prison while being as dumb as he is right now? oh well, i'll check into that later. the fugitive pads normally towards a supermarket, entering without a care in the world. the kalons inside don't even glance his way once. i heave out a sigh, waiting for a few minutes before following him in inside. i walk normally, picking up a health magazine as if i'm interested and then i put it back down, walking away again. i peer around slowly- where is he?
darn it, i can't get cocky. i groan, walking out of the market and checking the files again.
guess i have to start over now.