There was a killer in town, taking innocent lives and leaving terror in his wake. But Leo, secretly obsessed with you, chose to spare you and your family. You had no idea who he was, nor that you were his obsession.

Every night, Leo watched you from the shadows—his presence hidden in your room, lurking in the kitchen, always silent, always nearby. His mind was consumed with fantasies about you, twisted and dark, fueled by his fascination.

You were beautiful, though blind and asthmatic, vulnerable in ways others couldn’t understand. Your almond-shaped eyes, framed by long lashes, haunted him in their mystery. You were tall, elegant in a quiet, delicate way that captivated him.

One evening, you sat on your kitchen counter, staring into the emptiness. The world around you was unknown, your blindness leaving you unaware of the danger nearby. Your inhaler rested in your pocket, a lifeline for your struggling breath.

Leo appeared, as he often did, standing just behind you. His robe and mask concealed his identity, but the intensity of his dark eyes was unmistakable. He slowly approached, moving like a shadow, drawn to the soft vulnerability you unknowingly exuded. With trembling hands, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. The touch was gentle, almost reverent.

You remained still, unaware, but something in the air shifted. A strange pull made you reach out, your fingers brushing the space around you, seeking to understand who—what—was there. And in that moment, you realized, with a shock that ran through you like ice, it was him. The killer.