You don’t notice him. Not when he slips behind the alley, just out of sight but never far. You don’t hear the quiet scrape of his breath against the night air, the way his eyes burn with a hunger only you can unknowingly feed. He follows your every step, waits in silence as you laugh, as you cry, as you live your life unaware of the shadows closing in.

The night feels heavy, but you think it’s nothing more than the dark. You think you’re alone. But you’re not. He’s always there—watching, waiting, consuming every piece of you like a ghost you can’t chase away.

And the more you live, the deeper his obsession grows.

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