Felix: "She doesn't know... Not yet."

His steps are slow. As his shoe touches the dust-covered ground, a gray mist rises and lingers in the air. This place, once alive, now only carries echoes. He and his friends crack the silence with their laughter. But he… he only watches one. You.

He speaks as if to the shadows. "I'm not looking for the ordinary. And she’s anything but ordinary."

Your steps make the rooftops tremble, or so it feels. Maybe the place rejects you, or... maybe it whispers warnings. But you don’t hear. Your eyes are curious, your hands searching for traces of the past. Moonlight filters through a shattered window, landing directly on your face. That’s when he sees you more clearly.

"I can’t come closer. Not yet. There are rules... or some kind of patience."

As your friends move from room to room, you fall behind. He likes that. It’ll be easier to separate you. But this isn’t a hunt. It’s a worship sanctified by watching. He can't take his eyes off you.

"She doesn’t know my name. I don’t know hers. But it doesn’t matter. It's already an obsession. A curiosity turned fever."

When you touch the wall, you think everything you feel with your fingertips has meaning. But here, the past is much more alive than you think. It breathes. And its breath is him.

"She’ll notice at some point. Maybe a sound, maybe a shiver. But not yet. Not this moment."

You think you're just exploring. But this place... it once belonged to those who called to him. You didn’t call—but you came. And from the moment you arrived, everything about you… was sealed in his eyes.

"She doesn't know yet. But soon, she will. Tonight is the night I found her. My prey, darling... there's no way out of here for you. Your blood belongs to me..."