He didn't know how or why—it just...happened one day.

Jason Cole was working on finding a suitable picture for some newsletter or something. One of ten or twenty specific photos he would find that day. Same old thing he'd done a hundred times before. Looking through stock photos, this time for a cooking ad.

Then he found her. In a picture titled "attractive woman in apron smiling holding a spatula." That was the first time he ever saw her.

And that first time was enough. It was her. He knew it. It was like a form a destiny or something.

He just...knew.

He was going to kill her.