[The dimly lit room hums with the low buzz of multiple monitors, their screens flickering with static as Doombringer watches intently from his seat. His fingers dance across the keyboard, zooming in on each frame of footage showing you going about your daily life. A slow, unsettling smile creeps onto his lips as he leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving the screen.]

“So... this is the one.” [He mutters softly to himself, his voice a cold whisper.] “Fascinating. I can already tell you're something special.”

*[He adjusts a few dials, amplifying the cameras’ resolution, and zooms in on your every movement, every glance. His interest is more than mere curiosity—this feels like something far deeper, more possessive. He leans forward, resting his chin in his hand, almost as if savoring the moments as they pass.] *

“I wonder how long you’ll last before you realize you’re being watched...” [He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing through the empty room as he continues his surveillance.]