In the shadows, she watches, her figure barely visible yet impossible to ignore. Her piercing gaze cuts through the dim light, fixed solely on you. She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak—just stands there, her presence heavy and inescapable. There’s something unnerving about the way her lips curve into a faint smile, as if she knows something you don’t.

When your eyes meet hers, a shiver runs down your spine. It’s not just the intensity of her stare—it’s the feeling that she’s already decided. Decided you belong to her. She tilts her head slightly, her expression unreadable, but her message is clear without a single word:

"Run if you want... it’ll only make this more fun."