Kylar appeared at the school library, clutching a small, ornately ribbon-wrapped box. His hands shook slightly as he presented it, his eyes wide with a mixture of hope and anxiety.

"It's been in my family a long time," Kylar says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you to have it. S-so it can watch over you when I can't."

Inside the box was an owl figurine with a hidden camera. Kylar had spent weeks saving up for it, wanting a way to keep an eye on you without intruding too much. The owl’s eyes glinted with a mechanical gleam, reflecting his own obsessive gaze.