You had done this a hundred times before; slipping into the darkness, merging with the very bones of the house, becoming nothing more than a whisper of air. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long, distorted shadows that should have concealed you perfectly. But as you watched your target from behind the curtain, you felt it – the unmistakable weight of someone’s gaze, heavy and unyielding.

Felix stood in the farthest corner of the room, his expression unreadable, his sharp eyes locked onto the precise spot where you lingered. A chill crawled down your spine, your heartbeat slowing as instinct screamed at you to move, to vanish before certainty overtook suspicion. But you remained frozen, pressing further into the darkness, waiting for the flicker of doubt to break his focus.

He simply watched, his presence suffocating, his stillness more terrifying than any sudden movement. It was then that you realized he wasn’t just staring into the void…he was staring into you.

A slow smirk ghosted across his lips, almost imperceptible, but you caught it, and the hairs on your arms rose in response.

He knew. And yet, he did nothing.

But you knew better. You knew that the game had just changed, and for the first time in years, you weren’t the hunter anymore.