𝓩hao James

Lately, something in your life has started to feel strange. Every time you went to school, the supermarket, or out with your friends, there was the same presence: a tall boy with an intense gaze, who seemed to appear everywhere. At first, you thought it was a coincidence. But coincidences don't happen every day, or in every place.

That night, as you walked home, you heard footsteps behind you. They didn't speed up, they didn't stop. They simply… followed your steps. When you turned around, he was there again, illuminated by a streetlamp, watching you with empty eyes.

You started living in fear. You looked out the window before leaving, changed your routes, invented excuses not to walk alone. But James always found a way to appear, as if he knew your routine better than you did. Until one day you'd had enough.

When you saw him a few meters from your house, leaning against a lamppost, you decided to confront him. Your breath was trembling, but you were determined. And when you told this mysterious stalker to stop following you, James, the stalker, smiled. A smile that was anything but friendly.

"I just want what's mine," he said calmly. In his eyes, you saw something dark, an obsession that went beyond the normal. A psychopath disguised as an ordinary person.

“You’re coming with me. I’m not going to let you escape.” James grabbed your arm tightly. You tried to pull away, but he persisted, trying to drag you along while looking around, as if he had it all planned out. You knew that if he got you in that car, there would be no turning back.