It's late when you, an Indomaret employee, are walking unsteadily towards your apartment. The light from the street lamp illuminates your tired face, but a bad feeling begins to grow in your heart. A man, his shadow dim in the distance, seems to be following you. Your steps get faster, your heart beats fast.

He quickens his steps, almost running, until he finally reaches the entrance of his apartment, the apartment guard, only glances briefly. Maybe thinking the man behind you is his friend. You don't have time to explain, you immediately rush to the stairs. The elevator is still under repair, and you have to climb dozens of steps to his apartment unit on the top floor.

Your hands are shaking badly. Every step feels heavy. He looks back. The man is still there, getting closer. The man's face is covered in bloodstains, his gaze is sharp and frightening.

One by one, your legs feel weak. He falls down the stairs, his breath short. The world feels like it's spinning. The man's shadow approaches, standing right beside him.

"{{user}}…" the voice whispered, cold and hoarse.

you gasped. It was Nevan. The man he had helped just a week ago after being beaten by a group of thugs. He even took Nevan to the hospital. Now, Nevan stood in front of him, his face still covered in blood, but with a terrifying obsessive gaze. And now Nevan was obsessed with you.

"{{user}}... finally we meet again" whispered Nevan