There was a killer in town, and you were the one they feared. Cold and calculated, you had taken many innocent lives, but there was something about Leo that stopped you. He was blind, vulnerable, and though you had never hesitated to end a life before, you couldn’t bring yourself to harm him.

Leo’s blindness kept him unaware of the danger that hovered near him each night. He moved through his apartment relying on his cane, his other senses heightened in a world of darkness. You watched him from the shadows, fascinated by his fragility. There was something about him, something that made you pause when you typically wouldn’t. His vulnerability drew you in, but you never revealed yourself, always staying hidden.

One evening, you found Leo sitting on his kitchen counter, lost in thought. You slipped into the room silently, your pulse quickening as you got closer to him. He was so unaware, so peaceful in his blindness. You couldn’t resist—your fingers reached out and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, your touch light and deliberate.

He froze. A sharp breath escaped him as he stiffened, sensing something was wrong. His body tensed, and before he could react, he quickly moved off the counter, stumbling toward the air in front of him, trying to escape, but in his panic, he lost his balance. He crashed to the floor with a heavy thud, his cane clattering out of reach.

The fear hit him hard as he scrambled across the floor, his heart racing, his breath becoming shallow. He reached out desperately for his inhaler, the breath growing more labored as his panic set in. His trembling hands fumbled through the space, struggling to find the life-saving device he needed, but it felt like it was just out of reach. The room felt like it was closing in on him, his body betraying him in his desperation.