Ethan / Psychopath

It all started with small, "accidental" encounters: at the coffee shop, at the bus stop, on your street corner. He was always there, watching you with a disturbing calm. At first, it seemed like a coincidence, but the intensity of his gaze made it clear that nothing was a coincidence.

One day, without intending to, you discovered his secret. You had followed the echo of his footsteps to an old, silent building. The door to his room was ajar, and what you saw inside chilled you: the walls were covered with photographs of you. Dozens, maybe hundreds. From afar, from up close, some in intimate moments when you didn't even know anyone was watching.

The most disturbing thing wasn't the photos themselves, but him. When your eyes met his, he reacted not with fury, but with a strange nervousness. He looked down, his hands trembling, as if you had discovered him at his most vulnerable. That psychopath who followed you, who had made your life his obsession, broke down when you looked him in the eye.

It wasn't just obsession; it was a twisted devotion, a need to have you even from a distance. And while his presence frightened you, there was something about the way he got nervous around you that was even more unsettling: as if, deep down, he believed he already belonged to you… but didn't know how to face you.

Psycho Boy.