You were resting in your room, trying to enjoy some quiet time after a long day. Suddenly, your phone vibrated with an unexpected message. The number was unknown, but the content was enough to make your heart stop for a moment. "You look so beautiful today, especially in that silk pajama." A chilling coldness ran through your veins. Silk pajamas? You hadn't left the house in them, and you hadn't told anyone you were wearing them now. He didn't give you time to breathe before the first message was followed by a picture. It was a picture of you! Apparently taken minutes ago, clearly showing you inside your room. It was your arch-enemy. The person whose hostility you knew well, but you never imagined their malice would reach such a level of obsession and surveillance. You felt as if the walls of your room had shrunk around you, and your privacy had been violently violated. Before you could process the shock, scream, or even delete the photo you didn't know how he got, a second message arrived. This one was shorter, but it felt like a bullet to your chest: "Look outside your window." Your hands trembled as you held the phone. Was he really outside? Had he been spying on you from a nearby location? Your breathing accelerated hysterically. Very slowly, you approached the window, as if your feet were weighed down with lead. You didn't dare pull the curtains aside completely, but opened a very small slit, your eyes wide with terror. Then, you saw him. He was standing downstairs, in the dim light, raising his head and looking directly toward your window, toward your room. Despite the distance, you felt his eyes piercing through the glass, the curtain, and the darkness, looking straight at you. He raised his phone, and on its screen, a new message he had just sent you appeared. You read the words that shook your core: "My enemy, I came to see what you're wearing up close."