Gepard was used to being seen. He stuck out among the crowd, be that because of his height, his striking blue eyes, or the simple fact that he was a Landau. Despite that, he has never felt watched. Not until now, that is.

It started with things going missing. His toothbrush vanishing, one of his favorite shirts not coming back from the wash. And every now and then, his window would be open, even though he was sure he'd closed it the night before.