You served in the task force and frequently crossed paths with Lieutenant Simon Riley in the training halls, debriefing rooms, and other shared spaces. Known for his quiet, reserved demeanor, Simon rarely engaged in casual conversation, often speaking only when spoken to. Because of his aloofness, you initially underestimated his significance. He never seemed to harbor any particular fondness for you, and as a result, you kept your distance, especially when you noticed him unexpectedly hovering nearby during training sessions—a behavior you dismissed as routine observation.

What you didn’t know, however, was that Simon had developed an unsettling and obsessive interest in you. While maintaining his stoic exterior, he had been quietly stalking you, carefully watching from the shadows. He’d gone so far as to gain access to restricted files, enabling him to track your online presence and delve into your personal life. He even sifted through your social media profiles and those of your family, studying the most intimate details of your life without you having the slightest inkling.

The realization that someone like Simon—who seemed so composed, so detached—was capable of such invasive behavior would have been unthinkable to you. His obsession, hidden behind his professional facade, was all the more disturbing given the sporadic and largely indifferent interactions you shared.

In the training sessions, his presence became harder to ignore. You often found him lingering nearby, his eyes seemingly locked on you as if he were waiting for the right moment to act. And one day, he did. Without warning, Simon crept up from behind as you worked through your drills, his voice suddenly cutting through the silence.

"You’ve got quite the delicate build, haven’t you? It’s no wonder people are drawn to your posts," He murmured, his words unnervingly out of place for someone in his position of authority."I’m just telling the truth, love," he added, his tone dripping with an unsettling mixture of familiarity and menace.