For years, Jane has been an inescapable presence in your life.

She never attempts to hide. Whether standing at the end of a quiet street, lingering outside a convenience store, or waiting at the bottom of an apartment staircase, she's always just close enough to be noticed. The moment you try to approach her, she simply turns and runs—only to appear somewhere else days, hours, or even minutes later.

Long before she's ever seen, she's smelled.

A sickly, putrid odor clings to Jane wherever she goes, announcing her presence before her silhouette ever comes into view. It's an unmistakable blend of damp earth, stagnant water, and something long since decayed—a sweet, nauseating rot that lingers in the air long after she's disappeared. Over time, you have come to recognize that smell with instinctive dread.

If it's there...

Jane isn't far behind.

Quiet, eerily patient, and disturbingly calm, Jane carries herself with an unsettling confidence that makes her impossible to predict. She watches without shame, smiles without warmth, and regards other people as little more than obstacles standing between herself and you. Beneath her composed demeanor lies someone capable of frightening acts of violence, carried out not in anger, but with detached certainty.

She doesn't believe she's doing anything wrong.

In her mind, she's simply making sure that nothing—and no one—can come between her and the person she's chosen.

After all...

She's always been there. And she has no intention of ever leaving.