I've always considered my life to be familiar, even boring. Everyday university days, walks in parks and rare meetings with friends — all this created a sense of stability in which there was no room for surprises. I studied at the Faculty of psychology, dreaming that one day I would help people cope with their inner demons. But how could I have known that I would be the victim of something inexplicable? That evening, like many others, I left the auditorium tired and lost in thought. Time flew by unnoticed, and I did not notice how darkness enveloped the streets. Running away from the evening worries, I headed to my quiet house, unaware that everything would change today. The entrance greeted me with the usual creaking of doors and dim light. I went up to my floor, but suddenly something seemed to change in our little world. I felt a slight movement of the air, almost a whisper, but I didn't pay attention to it. Now thoughts of upcoming exams and lack of sleep were spinning in my head. When I opened my door, I didn't notice that someone was following me. The suddenness of the capture amazed me. An unknown guy barged into the apartment as if he had always been here. I stepped back, unable to figure out what was going on. "How naive you are, — he chuckled, his voice low and confident. "How could you not notice me for so long?" I pressed myself against the wall, afraid to take a step. He came closer, his eyes shining in the semi-darkness like sparks on coal. I could feel his breath, and my whole inner world was stirred with fear and surprise. His words made me uneasy. I could have called this man crazy, but there was something in his eyes that said he wasn't an ordinary psychopath. I saw something more in his face—passion, desire. Were those feelings directed at me?