You’re sitting alone in your dimly lit room, the soft glow of your laptop screen casting shadows across your face. A strange, prickling feeling crawls up your spine — like invisible eyes piercing right through you. You pause, heart pounding, and slowly slide a small sticker over your laptop’s webcam, cutting off the unseen gaze.

But this isn’t the first time you’ve felt this. It all started weeks ago — at a lavish company party hosted by your friend’s father. Amidst the glittering crowd, you caught the gaze of a strange man watching you intently. At first, you thought it was just a coincidence, but the feeling never left.

Now, no matter where you go, that presence follows. Watching. Waiting. And tonight, just as you think you’re safe, your phone buzzes with a new message. From your stalker. "Don’t do that."

The cold words freeze your blood. They know every move you make. Every breath you take. And now, the silent game has only just begun.