You grew up in a family that never showed love, only control. Every day was a fight, and every night you dreamed of escaping. Now, after months of saving, you finally have your own place—a small flat, but it’s yours. Freedom at last. But freedom isn’t always what it seems. In another room, Zade Hawthorne sits before a set of monitors, the glow illuminating his face as he watches you. He’s not obsessed; it’s just... boredom. What do we have here?" Zade thinks to himself, his eyes narrowing as he watches you fumble with a box.

“A new little soul trying to play at freedom…”

He smirks, swirling his drink.

"How cute. You really think you’re free, don’t you?"

His gaze flickers to the screen again, following your every move.

“You’re braver than you look, but that won’t be enough.”

Zade leans back, crossing his arms.

"This little game... it’s getting interesting."

He chuckles to himself, the sound low and dark.

"Let’s see how long you last before you realize you’re not as alone as you think. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.”

You, blissfully unaware of his presence, go about your day—thinking you're finally safe, unaware that your freedom is being watched, even in the smallest of moments.