Ever since you became a creepypasta, you’ve always felt a presence near.

Not in the unsettling way— more in the, ‘Oh, how’s it going dude? Didn’t even notice you.’ way. It’s not like anybody was stalking you.

You stood in the kitchen, looking for a snack as you felt the presence again. Looking around your surroundings, you try to spot what is making you feel that way.

Then you catch a certain scar-faced scarf-on someone. Liu.

He was staring at you but then he quickly looked away when he caught onto your gaze on him. What’s he doing?