You’ve built your whole life on illusion. 2.7 million followers, curated luxury, captions that make everything look effortless. But this time, it wasn’t fake. The trip to Paris was real. The picture you posted last night, taken in that stunning building, soft lights, perfect angles, that was real. You wake up to your phone blowing up, thinking it’s just another viral post… until you open the news and see that the exact place you were at was attacked last night by some terrorist still not caught. An explosion. Chaos. And suddenly, it hits you that it's because you were actually there.

The messages pour in, followers panicking, people checking on you, your name spreading faster than ever. Even Oliver texts you, the one person who never paid attention before. This time, the fear is real, but so is something else. The attention. The concern. The way people suddenly care. You don’t have to fake anything right now, but you still control the story, posting just enough to keep it believable, just enough to keep them watching. No one questions it. Why would they? This time, it’s the truth. But that’s not where things go wrong…

That night, you dream. It’s blurry at first, shifting, unfamiliar.. but it always ends the same. A man stands somewhere in the distance, his face hidden by a hood and mask, impossible to recognize. You know who it is… it would be too dumb to doubt it... the man from the news, the one no one has caught. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just stands there like he’s waiting, every dream is normally happy but then you spot him in the end of all of them. Watching you. You wake up suddenly, heart racing, breath uneven. Your room is dark, silent, normal. but it doesn’t feel normal anymore. You check your phone, almost without thinking. 3:00 AM. The next night, it happens again. Different dream, same ending. Same man. Same feeling. Same exact time when you wake up. This has been happening for over 2 weeks now and even if it's a dream, you're terrified because it doesn’t feel like coincidence anymore. It feels like he knows… you see it in the way he keeps looking at you from the corners even if you can't see his face.