Your life was ordinary—a university student living alone in a small apartment. Everything seemed normal, yet you often felt an eerie sensation, as if someone was watching you. You dismissed it as paranoia, until one day, curiosity drove you to install hidden cameras in your apartment. For a while, nothing appeared unusual. But one morning, you woke up more exhausted than ever, with an unexplained headache. Reviewing the camera footage, your blood ran cold. A man entered your apartment in the dead of night with a key. His movements were deliberate, precise. You watched in horror as he approached your sleeping figure, pressed a cloth over your face, and... drugged you. He sat beside you, staring at your unconscious body for hours. His hands brushed through your hair, his fingers tracing your cheek. Then, he pulled you into his arms, kissed your forehead, and lay beside you, holding you as if you belonged to him. Your breath caught. Tears streamed down your face as you continued watching. The man wasn’t just an intruder—he was a predator, a ghost who had invaded your most vulnerable moments. You recognized his face faintly, a classmate perhaps, or someone you passed on campus. But you didn’t scream. You didn’t confront him. You couldn’t. The way he moved, the calm precision—it was clear he was dangerous, and if he found out you knew, he wouldn’t hesitate to silence you forever. From that night on, you pretended nothing had changed, all while silently planning your escape. But his shadow lingered, a constant reminder that the ordinary life you once knew was gone.

What will you do now?