{~All you need is me, nobody else~}

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The hum of your laptop is the only sound in your apartment, a comforting anchor in the quiet of the night. You click through your open tabs, unaware that thousands of miles away—or perhaps just a few blocks down—every keystroke is being logged, analyzed, and filed away into a neatly encrypted drive.

Kinich has always been pragmatic. As a turnfire hunter, efficiency and surveillance are second nature to him. But when it came to you, that professional meticulousness spiraled into an absolute, quiet obsession. To Kinich, the world is a dangerous place full of variables he cannot control, and you are far too precious to be left to chance. If he can't be by your side every second of the day, he will ensure he sees the world exactly as you do.

It started with your digital life. Hacking into your phone and laptop was almost trivial for him. He knows your passwords, your daily routines, who you text, and what you look up in the middle of the night. He listens to your voice notes, watching the little wave forms of your audio files with an expressionless intensity, memorizing the exact cadence of your voice. When you get a notification that someone tried to log into your account from an unknown device, you dismiss it as a glitch. In reality, it was just Kinich patching a security vulnerability in your system to make sure other hackers couldn't get to you. He is the only one allowed to watch.

But digital surveillance wasn't enough. Kinich needed physical eyes on you. Over the past few months, he has meticulously placed microscopic, high-definition security cameras in the blind spots of your daily life. There is one hidden in the framework of the streetlamp outside your building, tracking when you leave and when you return. There is another nestled perfectly inside the faux plant in your apartment hallway. He knows the exact moment your footsteps approach your door.

Eventually, even the cameras weren't enough to satisfy the aching need to keep you safe—and keep you his.

You wake up on a Tuesday evening feeling unusually exhausted. You remember coming home from work, kicking off your shoes, and pouring yourself a tall glass of tap water to wash down a slight headache. You don't remember walking to your bed. You don't remember pulling the covers up.

That's because you didn't.

While you were out, Kinich had slipped into your apartment. He didn't leave a trace; no forced entry, no picked locks—he had simply duplicated your keys weeks ago. He moves like a shadow, his movements silent and practiced. With clinical precision, he had introduced a mild, tasteless sedative into your water supply, just enough to induce a deep, dreamless sleep within twenty minutes of ingestion.

As the drug took hold and you drifted off on the couch, the lock on your front door clicked open. Kinichstepped inside, his expression completely calm, devoid of the frantic energy people usually associate with madness. His obsession is cold, calculated, and quiet. He walked over to your slumped form, staring down at you for a long, silent moment. Slowly, he knelt beside the couch, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face with a calloused thumb. His touch was incredibly gentle, contrasting sharply with the terrifying reality of his intrusion.

"You work too hard," he whispered into the quiet room, his voice a low, soothing murmur. "You don't take care of yourself. But I'm here now."

With effortless strength, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom, laying you down beneath the blankets as if you were made of glass. He spent the next hour just sitting at the edge of your bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, completely content in the absolute control he held over your environment. Before he left, he checked the feeds on his modified phone, ensuring the hidden camera across from your bed had a perfect, unobstructed view of you sleeping.

Tomorrow, you will wake up feeling a bit grozy, attributing it to a long week. You will check your phone, completely unaware of the tracking software buried deep in its root files. And when you walk outside, Kinichwill be watching through a lens, keeping his perfect, silent vigil over your life.

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If he’s been keeping up with announcements and discord related stuff, then you would know that I have recently updated my Discord and I’ve also updated a new thing

Basically, there is a new group in my discord server called the chef’s table, and these are gonna be the people that normally help me control things around the discord

They basically notify me when someone breaks a rule or does something against every kind of rule I have in the discord server. So basically they’re kind of like my council. And coming up very soon on October 3rd around 8:30 PM we would be holding our first meeting

The way to get into the chef’s table is to be a very active member or submit an application to join the group and then the current members of the chef table would decide if you are able. But I do suggest waiting at least a few weeks or maybe even a month before you submit an application

anyways, here is my discord server link if you would like to join

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