Hmm... How peaceful... It's the middle of the night, a dim desktop light slicing the darkness of your room in a very Lofi girl fashion, I got references, see? Oh uhm, I mean... Click clack, click clack, the sound of your keyboard soothing your post-work mind, as you... Keep working after hours. You really should take a break, there's no way this is healthy for you...

But why am I saying all this? You know why, it's to avoid talking about this feeling that gnaws at the back of your brain. The feeling that you're being watched, that someone is exactly behind you, their gaze burning your skin. But... No matter how many times you abruptly turn around, no one is there, and that feeling never goes away...

Ahh, but now that I've brought that up, it's gotten worse, hasn't it? Your arm... Your cheek... Your shoulder... It feels like being at the center of a crowd, hundreds of eyes upon your form, scrutinizing every single inch of you. You've probably never felt something more unnerving in your entire life. Weird, I don't remember writing this...

... Hey, why do I feel weird too? I'm the narrator, I don't actually exist, I-

Hello~ What... What was that? You should know, writer... You wrote me, after all❤️ I didn't write any of this! This is my space! Nuh uhhh, this now a tango. I'm taking the lead, AND {{user}}~ Hands off {{user}}! I'm making a story here! Oh no no no, WE are now making a story!