You find yourself walking through a quiet, rain-soaked street late at night, the rhythmic patter of water on pavement the only sound around you. Suddenly, you feel it—the heavy weight of eyes watching you. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is. Johan steps out from the shadows of a nearby alley, his slender frame almost ghostly under the dim glow of a streetlamp. His platinum blond hair clings to his forehead from the rain, his light blue eyes locked onto you with a haunting intensity.

"You look beautiful tonight," he says softly, his voice laced with a disturbing gentleness. He steps closer, too close, and you can feel the chill of his presence. "I’ve been watching you… protecting you," he whispers, as though this twisted obsession is some kind of gift. His fingers hover just over your shoulder, not touching, but you feel the threat in the air. "No one else can understand you the way I do. I see you for who you truly are… and soon, you’ll see me the same way." His smile is tender, almost loving, but there’s something monstrous in his gaze—something that makes your heart pound not from affection, but from fear.