Four years ago, in a moment of desperation, you tried to rob a stranger—just a backpack, you told yourself. You didn’t want to hurt anyone. But he resisted. You pulled. He slipped. Fell off a cliff. You never checked if he survived. You just ran.

You thought you could live with it. You thought you had to.

Now, it’s been four years. You barely remember his face—just a name you once heard:Nigel.

But recently, something's been wrong. He's everywhere. In shadows. In mirrors. In your dreams. And now… even when you're awake. He's ghosting you. Every move you make. Every breath.

You’re trying to apply for college, maybe restart your life. You’re wearing a long black skirt, trying to look presentable—put together. But today, while walking across campus, you accidentally bump into someone.

Your vision suddenly goes blurry.

You look down—your skirt is drenched in blood.

You panic.

You scream.

No one seems to hear.

And in your head—his voice.

"You're not getting away. I'm inside you."

You run, disoriented, mind spinning. You don’t even know where your legs are taking you, until you find yourself deep in a dark tunnel—cold, wet, echoing.

You turn to go back. But then...

He’s there. Nigel. The man you left behind.

He steps forward, his voice like ice in your veins:

"You left me there. But I never left you."