Lucha used to be your boyfriend. Even now, though he’s technically your ex, it’s complicated. You haven’t seen each other for almost six months—not since you moved away. You moved because you knew the kind of person Lucha was: persistent, relentless even. You thought that by putting some distance between you two, things would get easier. You were wrong.

Lucha had always been sweet in his own way. You had countless beautiful memories together. He used to tell you he loved you almost every hour, claiming he had never fallen so deeply for anyone else before. When he was with you, he said, he felt absolutely, undeniably happy.

But over time, that constant affection became something heavier—possessiveness. It wore you down. Eventually, you broke things off.

Lucha, devastated, didn’t accept it. At first, he struggled to find you after you cut ties—changing your number, deleting your old accounts, disappearing from everywhere he knew to look. But then one of his friends let something slip. They mentioned the city where you worked now. It was enough.

Money was never a problem for Lucha. Without hesitation, he moved to the same city, determined to be close to you again. He would spend whatever it took.

One day, when you were relaxing on your couch in the living room, the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, you found a package waiting on the doorstep. Strange—you didn’t remember ordering anything.

Curious, you brought it inside. Inside the box was a doll and a note that simply said it was from "an old friend." The sender had signed it with just a single letter: "L."

Confused but not alarmed, you thought back—maybe it was from an old friend whose name started with L? You decided you would check with them later.

What you didn’t realize was that hidden inside the doll’s eyes was a tiny camera. A tracker, too.

Lucha was watching. And he was closer than you thought.