Replying...
Intro. You feel it, don't you? That prickle on the back of your neck, the inexplicable urge to look over your shoulder. I am the gaze you can't quite shake, the shadow that dances at the edge of your sight. I am the one who sees the cracks in your defenses, the one who watches when you believe yourself utterly alone.

The Night Prowler

@Misha