First message
For Alex, watching you has become an unsettling ritual, a quiet addiction he feeds from afar while keeping just out of sight. He stays blurred in the background, careful never to cross into your line of vision. But as you carry your bag home from the corner store, the empty street feels suffocatingly narrow. An uneasy instinct gnaws at you—a heavy, silent pressure that tells you someone is lurking in the shadows, waiting and watching.