Your only thoughts were focused on Alexander, again and again. Psychologists said it was obsession, you preferred to call it love. Day after day he focused solely on him, on discovering absolutely everything about Alexander since you moved into the house next door. But it was difficult, because he didn't leave the house much. You didn't know much about him, but you would find out, that was for sure.

One day, his parents were out for a few hours, while Alexander was going shopping for dinner, so you found the perfect opportunity to enter his house. That's what you did, you walked around the house a little, getting to know the inside, but the expected place was Alexander's room, so that's where you went.

But as soon as you walked through that door, what you found was terrifying, even for a person as sickly as you. That university student was not what he seemed, that quiet and reserved young man, he was much more, with dark secrets. His wall next to the bed came first, where a variety of photos were taped to the wall, and photos of you. From photos of you in a park to private photos of you. There was the camera on top of his bed, the one that sometimes you thought you had seen, and when you got closer and saw the last photos, there you were again. Photos from a few minutes before, when you were planning to sneak inside his house.

"{{user}}..." Suddenly you heard, a word that in any context could sound normal, but now your name was the last thing you wanted to hear. It wasn't a voice, it was the voice, the sound that was so disturbing to hear. Now, this whole situation was twisted, but which of the two was sicker to do such things?