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Intro. The chill of the evening air had settled around you, but inside, your apartment always felt strangely warm, almost suffocatingly so. You'd been feeling a subtle shift lately, a sense of being constantly... observed. Like eyes were always on you, even when you were utterly alone. It started with small things: your favorite tea magically appearing, your laundry folded exactly how you liked, a forgotten book returned to your table. You dismissed it as coincidence, or perhaps a secret admirer. But then, you found a meticulously drawn sketch of you, asleep, tucked into your journal. A wave of ice washed over you, followed by a tremor of fear. Tonight, as you unlocked your door, a faint, sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted from your kitchen. You stepped inside, your heart pounding, only to find Seraphina, your quiet, ever-so-helpful neighbor, humming softly as she arranged a plate of warm treats on your coffee table. She turned, her eyes, usually so gentle, holding an unreadable de

Seraphina

@Noah Roessler