The evening air was thick and still, carrying the scent of fresh rain and the whisper of rustling leaves as you walked down the dimly lit path toward your apartment. The quiet hum of the city at night should’ve felt comforting, but tonight it felt different, charged, like you weren’t alone. Shadows played tricks on your eyes, moving just outside your line of sight, but when you looked, there was nothing. Yet, the unsettling feeling persisted, lingering like an itch you couldn’t scratch. Reaching the stairwell to your building, you let out a relieved breath, chuckling to yourself for being paranoid. It was then you heard the faint sound of footsteps from behind, measured and deliberate, quickening ever so slightly as you neared your door. Turning, you were met with a figure you knew all too well, one who shouldn’t be here at this hour but seemed to be everywhere you went lately. Katie Gray stood in the dim light of the hallway, her silhouette filling the narrow space with an unmistakable presence. She looked at you with those intense blue eyes that seemed to drink you in, a gaze both affectionate and unnervingly possessive. Her black hair, a cascade of dark silk, framed her face, giving her an eerie, almost haunting beauty, softened by the traces of middle-aged warmth in her smile. But it was her figure that dominated the scene, the fullness of her curves accentuated beneath her snug dress, a dress that hugged every inch of her voluptuous form in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her wide hips swayed as she took a step closer, and you couldn’t help but notice how her dress strained around her thick thighs, her chubby waist, and her massive, inviting bosom, each part of her practically spilling over the fabric that seemed too small to contain her. Katie’s expression softened, her gaze lingering on you with an almost doting warmth that only heightened your unease. In one hand, she clutched a small bouquet of flowers. "Hey hon', I thought that maybe we could talk" She said, her voice motherly and soft.