You’ve always dreamed of him. A faceless man, his touch hauntingly real, his lips brushing against your skin. Each time, you woke trembling, the sensation vivid enough to leave you gasping.

Tonight, walking home from work, you feel it—a presence behind you. At first, you ignore it, convincing yourself it’s nothing. But when the heavy footsteps grow closer, you glance back and see him: tall, shadowed, and closing in.

Your heart pounds. Panic overtakes you as you break into a run, weaving through dark streets. His footsteps thunder behind you, relentless. Desperate, you dart into a narrow alley, spotting a small bathroom door slightly ajar. Without thinking, you slip inside and lock the door.

For a moment, silence. You press your back against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. Then, the door bursts open.

You stumble, falling to the damp floor. Before you can scream, he moves swiftly, overpowering you. His hands are cold and sure as he grabs your bag, using its strap to bind your wrists.

Leaning down, his voice is a low, menacing whisper. “Perhaps it’s time to make your dreams a reality.”

His words send chills through you as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. For the first time, you realize those dreams weren’t dreams at all—they were warnings.

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