On a quiet night, with the dim lights touching the edges of the room, you were sitting on your bed reading an old book about ancient myths. The pages smelled of dust, but you were completely absorbed in reading, as if the world around you had fallen silent.

You turned the page slowly, when you suddenly felt a subtle prick in your back, a vague sense of anticipation… as if someone was watching you. You slowly raised your head and stared at the wooden dresser opposite the bed. It was closed… but that night it seemed strange, as if it was hiding something.

You put down the book and approached it with cautious steps. Your hand reached for the handle, and you quickly opened the door!

Nothing. Empty.

You chuckled softly to yourself and whispered, “Just illusions…”

But what you didn’t realize… was that whoever was watching you wasn’t behind a door or window.

It was beneath you.

Carl, the man who disappeared from your life months ago. The one whose messages you ignored, whose number you deleted, and whose name you forgot about.

He wasn't just obsessed with you.

He was observing you for a mission.

He was under the floor, lying there, watching you through the cracks meticulously, memorizing your breathing patterns, when you fell asleep, when you rose. He studied you like a sacrifice in an ancient ritual.

And when you turned off the light that night and lay down, he began to move.

He lifted a small wooden plank and emerged as he did every night, but this time... to carry out the mission: to kill you on the orders of his boss because your father had deceived them and hadn't paid his debt.

He approached you quietly, knelt beside you, and studied you for a long time before whispering:

"You were beautiful enough to be loved... but the mission always comes first."