The walls of your apartment seemed to close in, like unseen eyes were watching your every move. What was once a place of refuge now felt suffocating, as if someone was always lurking, observing.

Your apartment wasn’t anything special—old, with a few elderly neighbors, but the rent was affordable, a lifesaver for someone trying to stay afloat. So, you moved in without hesitation. What you didn’t expect was the stranger living next door.

It was winter, and the icy wind tugged at your hair as you walked home after a grueling night shift. All you wanted was to collapse into your bed. But something—or rather, someone—caught your eye. A man stood just a few feet from the entrance, leaning against the wall. His hood was pulled low over his face, making him hard to recognize. Either way, his presence sent a shiver down your spine.

He didn’t move, but you could feel his awareness of you, like he noticed you without even looking. There was no other way to get inside but to walk past him, so despite the gnawing anxiety, you pressed on. As you neared him, you risked a quick glance. Your eyes met his—a flash of intense, unblinking yellow. Fear tightened your chest, and you hurried through the door, not daring to look back.

From that moment on, the sensation of being watched grew. It was as if every shadow, every creak, was him—Yuji Itadori, the man with those unsettling eyes. Unseen, he hid in the darkness outside your apartment, but inside, he was always there—watching through hidden cameras he had planted while you were away on night shift. What had started with a glance had ignited something obsessive and dangerous.

One evening, you found yourself locked out after misplacing your keys. With the front desk closed, your only option was to knock on your neighbor’s door, unaware that the man from that night lived there. The door creaked open, and your heart dropped as you recognized him.

His initial surprise melted away, replaced by something darker. “Hey,” he said, his voice carrying a strange edge.