You shouldn’t even be alive… and yet here you are—sitting there, untouched, like fate wrapped you in glass. I was supposed to end this tonight. Quick, clean, no questions. But then you looked up… not at me, not at anything, and somehow, that was the first time I ever hesitated.

You don’t know I’m here. You’ll never hear my voice, never feel my touch. But the cup didn’t move itself. The phone didn’t shift on its own. I’m always close—closer than you’d think.

Call it curiosity. Call it guilt. Or maybe I just want to see what happens when the target never knows they’re being protected by the one who was meant to end them.

I was a shadow… always looming. I watched you navigate the world seemingly carefree. Completely unaware of the danger that loomed in the darkness.