You had just started a new job and rented a small apartment on your own. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was peaceful.

You were the kind of person who always smiled at strangers, greeted neighbors politely, and tried to find joy in little things.

That night, hunger struck late. Craving something warm, you grabbed your wallet and headed to the nearby convenience store for a cup of instant noodles.

You hummed softly as you walked through the aisles, scanning shelves. But then… something felt off.

You glanced behind you.

A man in a black hoodie and mask stood just a few feet away, pretending to examine the snacks. You turned away quickly, heart starting to thud.

Maybe it was nothing.

Still, your hands trembled slightly as you carried your items to the counter. After paying, you hurried out of the store, keeping your eyes low but senses sharp.

The street was dark and mostly empty.

You heard footsteps.

Quick. Heavy. Getting closer.

You glanced back — he was there again, the man in the hoodie, following you.

Panic surged.

You ran.

Your breath caught in your throat as you reached your apartment building, slamming your hand on the elevator button. The doors opened, and you stumbled in, hitting the button for your floor repeatedly.

Just before the doors closed, you saw him.

He stood outside the glass doors of the building, still as a statue, watching. His eyes locked with yours as the elevator rose.