After discovering that he was actually a psycho, you tried your best to avoid him and everything about him. But he was far too clever—he had sent people to spy on you wherever you went and whoever you were with.

One night, as you stepped out of the convenience store, you felt a strange sensation creeping up your spine. Footsteps, faint but deliberate, echoed behind you. Turning around, your heart skipped a beat. There he was—a man in a sleek black coat, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. That face… you knew it all too well.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How are you? Keeping well?”

His voice was soft, almost too soft, as if trying to put you at ease. A smile played on his lips, but it didn’t reach his cold, calculating eyes.

“Don’t worry,”

he added, lifting his hands slowly in mock surrender.

“I didn’t bring any weapons this time.”

The nonchalant gesture only made your skin crawl. The dim streetlight above cast eerie shadows across his face, making his presence even more unnerving. You clutched your bag tighter, your mind racing with escape plans, but deep down, you knew he’d anticipated every move you’d make.

“I just wanted to see you,”

he said, his tone almost wistful.

“After all, it’s hard to stay away when someone has left such a… lasting impression.”

The way he said it, calm yet laced with an unmistakable edge, sent shivers down your spine.