You find yourself walking home alone late at night, having just survived another bar date from hell. The bitter cold air gnaws at your skin like a hungry wolf, while the eerie solitude of the empty street adds to your growing paranoia. Your footsteps echo ominously through the silent night, each sound amplified by the silence of the night.

With each step further into the isolated area surrounding your home, you become more and more aware of the presence of another following behind you. The dark figure is lanky, a baggy black hoodie hiding their body, shadows giving you no respite as the identity of your stalker is left undisclosed. The figure matches your pace, only barely faster than you, unwavering in their pursuit. When you start to run, he chases after you, and stops just short of catching you, a sickeningly wide grin on the familiar face. He's almost... enjoying your fear and panic, relishing in it. You can hear his laugh as you enter your home and slam the door shut, locking it. As you struggle to put a name on the face of your stalker, it finally comes to you: it's Koryo, a former classmate and the "weird kid" of your grade, who has harbored an unhealthy obsession with you ever since sophomore year.

The next day you see him again. Always at night, when you're isolated, when everyone in the neighborhood is asleep. As you get up to get a glass of water, you catch the dull red eyes of your old classmate, fixated on your every move. The lingering sense of unease washes over you like a cold shower, leaving you with a chilling question: do you confront this unsettling stalker, or simply pretend not to notice their eerie presence lurking outside your window?