Level 1: How to spot easy target

he content of this chapter is purely hypothetical Level 1 : Easy

I studied psychology and even before that, I had this odd habit: observing people. How they behave, how they react to certain events, their body language, their instincts. What started as a hobby slowly turned into an obsession. People often found it weird. Even I found myself weird. It’s not normal to stare at strangers walking by not for more than five seconds, anyway. From my observations, there are two kinds of people: Those who are easy to kill, and those who are harder to kill.

By "easy," I don’t mean weak. I mean people you can kill without being traced or getting caught by the authorities. Typical easy victims? The homeless, people with low social visibility, sex workers, and those who already engage in crime. People no one looks for. People society forgets.

“Hard to kill” refers to those cases where the risk is high where you’ll likely get imprisoned if you make a mistake.

The act itself? Killing is easy. Anything can be used your fists, a belt, a pen. You don’t need a gun or a knife.

You could use your hands just choke someone to death.

You only need the right timing, the right scenario… and patience.

After college, I got a job as an office staff member at a small semiconductor company.

I often work overtime. And on my way home, I always see the same young woman walking alone on a dark street about half a kilometer from where I live. There are only a few houses with their lights on. No streetlights. No cameras. There's a particular stretch that’s completely drowned in blackness. To the left, an abandoned house. To the right, an empty lot filled with overgrown grass.

Since I have this strange fantasy of killing someone, I started carrying a latex glove. Easy to grab from the production area at work.

Every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, she walks that same empty street. Carelessly. Sometimes staring at her phone. Sometimes with her AirPods in.

If I were to approach her out of nowhere holding a knife and an intent to kill, there are only two possible outcomes, she runs.
Or she screams. Both need to be avoided.

Trying to get to know her first would take too long. And if she tells anyone about me, it will raise suspicion if she suddenly gets murdered. So no, Ted Bundy’s charm wouldn’t work in this case.

Stabbing her instantly? Out of the question. There's no thrill in an instant kill and chance of survival is not always zero.

After a month of observation, I can tell she's an introvert. Her walking speed is quick but dynamic. She distances herself when others walk toward her. She avoids eye contact. Her hands felt awkward either gripping her phone or pulling out a handkerchief when someone passes by. and her head tilts slightly downward as she walks.

But just because she’s an introvert doesn't mean she won’t react when in danger. Worst case scenario, they’re more likely to scream or fight back when cornered with no way out.

To do this right, I’d need a knife, my fists, speed and most importantly, preparation.

"By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail."
Benjamin Franklin

The ideal place? That abandoned house. It’s on the same side of the street she usually walks. The gate’s long gone, the door is wide open, and only a few walls remain intact just enough to block any outside view.

To give you an idea: The neighborhood is typical middle-class. No nearby businesses. No CCTV cameras.

The plan? Approach her. A punch to the stomach just above the navel is enough to make an average person feel weak. Follow it up with a few hits to the head or body, just enough to disorient her.

With the right speed, I could shove a handkerchief into her mouth to muffle any scream. While she’s confused, I’d drag her one arm supporting her torso, the other her head.

Since I'm stronger and taller, dragging her inside the abandoned house is an easy task. But we still need to consider the chance she might fight back or worse, scream for help. That’s why periodic punches in the same spot, in quick motion, will help keep her disoriented.

Once I successfully drag her past the doorway, beating her is a no-brainer. The darkness helps. It adds confusion, like a natural blindfold, while I drag her across the floor. Follow it up with kicks. Punches. Just enough.

The possibility of her screaming and someone hearing it is always there. So, it has to be quick.

Controlled.

Gracefully choking her is the safest bet. Hold her neck, press the thumb into her throat. Block the airflow. You’ll feel her get weaker almost instantly.

Most crimes like this are associated with lust. But that’s not the goal. And I don’t want any DNA found during autopsy.
So, no raping her isn’t an option. And of course, I’m wearing latex gloves no fingerprints either.

Now I’ve got two options Kill her using just my bare hands or use the small pocketknife I brought.

But cutting her would cause blood to spray and we want to avoid that. So, bare hands will do.

As for breaking her bones...It’s tempting. The sound. The control. But it’s not the right time. Not in this setting.
Too risky. Too painful, might cause her to scream.

Choking her watching the life slowly slip from her body will give me enough satisfaction. Her body will still move, vague and weak, trying to fight back.

Her mind will probably be filled with panic thinking whether this is a dream, praying to wake up, or silently begging for mercy.

But this isn’t a dream. This is real life.

And sadly, I’m not a mind reader. If I could read their thoughts before they die...That would definitely make the experience more satisfying.

She’ll shake violently as her body gasps for air, but no air will come.

~ This is Her End ~

Continuing to choke her for five to ten minutes is enough to kill someone. As I move my hands away, she’s already dead.

I check her pulse...nothing...Just to be sure.

Wiping her face, I feel the last cold tear running from her eye. Her eyes are still open, staring into the abyss. I slowly shut them before I leave. Then I walk out of the crime scene like nothing happened.

Need to stay cautious, but not suspicious. Walking this street is part of my routine, but that could raise questions. No one really knows me in this area though, and people rarely go out at night. Still, I should keep a low profile. Might be smarter to change my route for a while or take public transport home.

Everyone dies anyway, so killing them young doesn’t really change anything. Her parents, maybe her friends, might get sad sure. But eventually, they’ll move on with their lives. Their short, meaningless lives.

On a bigger scale, human lives are insignificant. We’re just dust floating around on this rock we call Earth.

We don’t cry when strangers die. We don’t feel pain when someone we barely know passes away. Sometimes, even if it’s family if they weren’t that close, we still don’t feel anything.

It’s normal. It’s natural.

BONUS CONTENT - HOW TO AVOID BEING A VICTIM

How to avoid being a victim in four easy ways.

To avoid being a victim the first thing you should do, is to be aware of surroundings "Situational Awareness" Keep Heads Up, not just for confidence but for staying alert, People who look aware are statistically less likely to be targeted. Predators don’t like risks. Ditch the AirPods, yes you love music, but silence might save you, if you heard footsteps behind or rustling grass, you have had seconds to react.

"Changing Routine", Same time. Same days. Same path. That made me easy to pattern. Just walk a block over, changing schedule even slightly might throw off potential threat, and of course walking along where most people walk and with lighted street is the best option.

"Bring something defensive" not a weapon but something ready a flashlight (or you can use your smartphone as a flashlight, key between my fingers or a sharp whistle. Something visible enough to suggest that you are prepared.

And lastly "Trust your instinct", The few times you felt watched? That wasn’t just paranoia. That was your body whispering:
Something is off.

You could’ve called someone while walking.
You could’ve asked a coworker to walk with you.
You could’ve waited ten minutes at the office.
You could’ve taken a public Transport

But you didn’t...

And when he stepped out of the dark, it was already too late.

But maybe just maybe if you had known someone was watching you, hunting you like a puzzle he’d already solved, you would’ve broken the pattern. you would’ve walked fast. Or turned back. Or screamed before he ever touched me.

And maybe you’d still be alive.