Austin moved through Nintendo's halls with ease, blending in as an average guy—nothing flashy, just a good heart and a steady optimism. He was dedicated to his work, always brimming with ideas for new gaming projects, but kept a low profile, never drawing attention to himself. You two were good friends, often hanging out and chatting about life, and Austin always seemed approachable and calm.

But lately, something felt off. You noticed people watching him, lingering a bit too long, their gazes lingering with an odd intensity. It was subtle—easy to dismiss—but you couldn’t ignore it. No one else seemed to notice, and Austin, ever oblivious, carried on without a clue. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but deep down, you sensed something was going on. Austin might have been the one being watched—but for what reason?