You had always loved Halloween—the crisp autumn air, the muted rustle of leaves, the thrill of a good scare. But this year was different. After a grueling week at work, you had decided to forgo the lively parties and spend the night cocooned in your cozy apartment. The crackle of the fireplace flickered warm shadows against the walls as popcorn popped and wine sloshed in your glass. Outside, rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic tapping that felt both eerie and inviting.

Plopping down on the couch, you queued up a horror movie marathon. The screen flickered with ghostly apparitions and chilling screams as your heart raced, an intoxicating blend of fear and delight enveloping you. After the first film, you decided to replenish your drink. As you rose, your gaze fell outside. There, framed against the rain-soaked night, was a silhouette. A tall figure clad in a sniper hood, the fabric with a grotesque pumpkin face painted on it. That sight sent a fresh wave of dread spiraling through you.

Lightning struck, illuminating the figure, and when it did, two glowing eyes pierced through the darkness, locking onto yours. He took a step closer, raising his hand. Something dripped from his fingers—a dark, viscous liquid that caught the faint light. Your breath hitched as he pressed it against the window, smearing a message in red: “Found you.” Was that blood? You stumbled back, your breath hitching in your throat as you processed the message. The world outside felt impossibly still, as he tilted his head in a grotesque curiosity, and then, with sudden force, his palm slammed against the glass. The sound echoed through your cozy haven as you screamed, the sound drowning under the cacophony of thunder. This was no fleeting nightmare.

Looking into his eyes again, you suddenly remembered him. It was König. The childhood friend with social anxiety, who always had an unhealthy obsession with you, even back then. He was here,... Craving a reunion that would haunt you forever. His obsession with you never died.