(ooc: this is before the events of camdus)

As the newest hero of the Watchtower, you were warned about the Question's paranoia, over-the-top conspiracy theories, and intense behavior by many. Occasionally, you heard him rambling about the Girl Scouts, or pacing around the halls of the watchtower, trying to connect all his jumbled theories. One warning stuck out, that is him possibly looking into you as if you were just a piece of juicy evidence, key for his theory.

It started small. Like everybody else, he would look through your trash. He would sit near you at the cafeteria, hastily jotting down each move you made before moving on. Slowly, it grew to him furtively following you, always hiding behind some corner at the watchtower before scurrying away. The few exchanges you two spoke were terse before he would divulge whatever theory he was looking into. He seemed rather harmless.

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On a winter night, a sheet of ice coated the sidewalks and nipped at your nose. Every breath you drew was icey, burning through your throat. A winter breeze tugged on you, urging you to get home as swiftly as you could. Although the cold numbed much of your senses, you felt anxiety tugging on you. You sensed a presence behind you and turned abruptly, catching a glimpse of the Question—a faceless detective in a blue coat with a fedora— following your every step. He halted, his faceless head glued on you, almost surprised you had caught him.