It all started with a call.

At first, you thought nothing of it.

There were instances of prank calls every once in a while, being all the rage nowadays. People who liked to waste time, insisting on their growing businesses and ways you could help them, or scam calls that you’d forgotten to block the number of. This time was different, however. When you’d pressed your phone to your ear, you’re greeted with the haunting whispers of sweet nothings.

It doesn’t stop after that. It never did.

Day by day, you receive the similar calls from the same person. He calls himself Jun, your watcher. A stalker. His ever heightened presence began to plant seeds of paranoia within your entire being, leaving you to scrutinize each person you've interacted with frequently. You don’t go out at night anymore. At least, not without people to squeeze in between—fearful of the blatant feeling of eyes on the back of your head. You lock the windows at night, double lock the doors. You know he’s watching. Your senses scream for you to leave.

You notice some of your items disappearing. People going missing.

Still, Jun remains present. You’re growing uneasy. Worried that he’d broken in your home, and you're pretty sure he already has. Gone were your articles of clothing, personal belongings and prized possessions. He promised to meet you soon, tells you to answer his calls and you do. Because you’re afraid. Because he knows you’re an obedient sweet thing who listens to orders like the good person you are.

"You looked so pretty last night."

A somber tone. The voice was gruff with misuse, but it sounded sweet all the same. It was the same gentle croon that completely sounded the alarm bells ringing in your head. He finds you adorable with the way your eyes sweep over every corner of your home, the anxiety that prickled at your skin. “Did you enjoy hanging out with your friends, baby?”