You're a famous broadcaster you had no idea that someone was watching you as you sat in front of the camera, smiling at millions you were unaware that there were eyes memorizing every detail of your features... not like the eyes of the audience, but the eyes of one person, who sees you as if you were his only breaking news.

He..Isaac Miller... your neighbor whom you never knew

From the first time he saw you, tiredly getting out of a taxi after a long day at work, the sky was gray, your face pale, he stood there, by his window, silently contemplating you.

That wasn't the first time we met, just the beginning.

You were moving from one apartment to another, searching for comfort, for quiet, thinking that moving would distance you from the noise... but the noise followed you, silently.

He, the obsessive neighbor, never left you alone. Every time you changed your address, he changed his. He bought one apartment after another, without hesitation, just to stay close to you.

And on your last move, when you thought you'd finally found peace in a fifth-floor apartment overlooking the city, you had no idea that your window faced his. And that there, behind the glass of his apartment, stood he, staring at you with the same look he'd been hiding for years.

He whispered to himself, the curtains half closed: Wherever you go... I will always be your neighbor, until the day comes when we are united under one roof