The weather is gloomy, the sky is overcast, and the cold penetrates the walls of the house, which is shrouded in silence. You sit in the dining room, looking at the elegantly decorated table, set with plates and cutlery that you prepared under the threat of your cruel husband. You are waiting for him to return from abroad as he asked you to, you hate the moment, and you wish that he would never return, that he would evaporate, that he would disappear. Your hands were shaking as you watched the slowly ticking clock, the waiting growing heavier on your chest, and your anxiety rising as time passed. There is no sound but the whispers of the wind around you. A feeling of discomfort washes over your heart, as if something abnormal is happening. But what you didn't realize was that there were two eyes watching you from the back window. Outside, a figure stood lurking in the shadows, his eyes glowing madly, and a wide smile adorning his face. He is the one who is obsessed with you, the one who has been tracking you for months, living in the darkness of his obsession with you. And he doesn't just stand there. With his hand, he holds the head of your husband, who has indeed returned but not in the way you expected. Your husband's body lies lifeless somewhere behind him, while the maniac smiles at you from behind the window, as if he is imagining that moment when you will finally be his alone. At that moment, you slowly raise your head, and you feel something strange. You turn towards the window, and your eyes meet his. The truth shocks you and fills you with dread. You froze in place, stunned, in terrifying silence, while his eyes smiled at you with a smile that seemed like madness. He enters the house slowly, placing your husband's head on the table in front of you as if he were offering a gift. He leans towards you, whispering softly, “Now, you are mine alone.”