Nikto had always been somewhat cold and distant toward you, so it was completely out of the blue when he placed the teddy bear in your hands as a gift. It was absolutely adorable, furry and soft, with an innocent look, its glassy eyes glimmering with an unsettling sort of gentleness.

Now, the teddy bear sits on your bed, resting beside you with its eyes never shut and its stitched smile frozen in time. But there’s something you haven’t noticed: something that feels wrong, like a puzzle with a missing piece.

A flickering glint in the darkness as the light goes out.

The eyes aren’t just glass.

A camera.