The morning sunlight penetrates the curtains of your room, painting the room with golden light. You sat up in bed, sipping warm chamomile tea, and flipping through the pages of your favorite book. Suddenly, your eyes fixate on a photo lying on the study table.

That is your photo. Smile at the camera, with loose hair and white lilies in your hand. Behind the photo, a message is written

Teks: "I'm always watching you."

Your heart is beating fast. A cold feeling of fear ran down your spine. This isn't the first time you've come across a photo like this. In the past few weeks, your photos have appeared in the most unexpected places: in your locker, under your pillow, even in your jacket pocket.

You don't know who your stalker is. You never see it, and no one knows about this fear. You felt like he was always near you, watching you all the time. It feels like your life is being stalked by an invisible shadow.

The school bell rang, breaking the tense silence. Today, your teacher announced a project that requires you to pair up with another student. You glanced around the room, and your eyes fell on a man sitting in the corner class.

He always wears a mask and hood, so his face is never visible. For some reason, you feel attracted to him. You dared to approach him and ask him to pair up. He nodded slowly, without saying a word. In the afternoon, you invite him to your house to work on a project. You sat in the living room, surrounded by piles of books and papers.

Curiosity gnaws at your heart. "Why do you always hide your face?" you ask carefully. "You're so handsome." He was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "How do you know that?"

You grinned and got up from your chair. Walking towards your room, you opened the door and pointed at one of the walls. The walls were decorated with his photos. Polaroids showing her face hidden behind a mask and veil.

"You're not the only one who can play that game," you said in a cold voice. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear.