𝓩hao James

Lately, something in your life started to feel strange. Every time you went to school, the supermarket, or out with friends, there was always the same presence. A boy with a fixed, intense gaze, to the point of making you uncomfortable; he seemed to be 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 weren't speeding up, but they weren't stopping either. They were simply... following your steps; if you stopped, he would too. When you turned around, he was there again, illuminated by a streetlamp, staring at you with empty eyes.

You started living in fear. You looked out the window before leaving, changed your routes, made up excuses not to walk alone. But that boy always found a way to show up. Until one day you got tired of being watched. 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 stalker to stop following you or you would call the police, this boy 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 get away, not now that I have you so close.” James grabbed your arm tightly. You tried to pull away, but he persisted, trying to drag you along while he looked impatiently 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.