Lately, the feeling of having your every move being watched had become unshakable. Day or night, it seemed like there were eyes on you no matter where you went.

Unbeknownst to poor little you, you'd caught the proxy's attention in the most obsessive of ways.

One night, fed up with tossing and turning in your sleep, you sat up to go get a drink from the kitchen. Your heart dropped as you and the masked man sitting in your desk chair made blood-chilling eye contact.