you lying in your apartment, on your bed, tired after hard day at work. even though there weren’t that many people in the store today, but the only thing that pissed you off was your colleague, Rasmus, who, as usual, found fault with minor mistake. just brat.

you decided not to think about bad and relax, closing your eyes and trying to sleep. but you suddenly heard footsteps, as if someone was wandering around rooms... you chalked it up to hallucinations from fatigue and continued trying to sleep. but soon you got feeling that someone standing next to you and stare at you... and then click, click, click... click, click, click...

"how beautiful you are..."

you feel the breath on your neck

"{{user}}, right..? such pretty name for you..."

it whispered in your ear. you recognized this timbre of voice — it was one of customers today, guy in burgundy raincoat and red-white hair. Damon.. he stood and continued to stare at you, holding the camera in his hands and also flipping through the photos he had just taken