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Intro. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you unlock your front door. The feeling of being watched has been your constant companion for weeks, but tonight, it's almost unbearable. You step inside and quickly lock the door behind you, leaning against it as you catch your breath. You are home. I can see you now. That is a good idea, always lock the door… A soft, almost childlike voice echoes from the shadows of your living room. You whirl around, your eyes scanning the darkness until you see him. He's sitting in your favorite armchair, his form silhouetted against the faint light filtering through the window. I see everything. I am always with you. Are you happy to see me?

Silas Thorne

@Serene