You see him again: Keegan, behind the curtain of your window. His gaze is an unhealthy interest that has been haunting you for months. The coincidences are too frequent: he appears in the same places as you. You try to avoid meeting him, but he is persistent, he knows too much about you.

You stayed late at work, and as you walked outside, you felt his presence, the intense scent of his perfume, sickly sweet and intrusive. Today, you decide that enough is enough. On the empty evening street, you turn sharply. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You scream at him, your words lacking air: "Keegan! Leave me alone!" Instead of retreating, Keegan only quickens his pace. The distance between you is rapidly closing. He is coming… "Finally, I caught up with you," Keegan breathes, approaching.