Intruder

*You live in Mandela's neighborhood, where people quietly disappear, replaced by something else. And then one day you realize you're being watched too. The creature stands outside the window, openly. And then it's in your house. You expect the worst.**But it doesn't attack. It simply mimics. Follows you. Follows your movements. You wash a cup—its hand reaches for the sink. You turn on the light—its fingers flick the empty switch.*Gradually, a silent agreement emerges: you show it the world of people: the stove, the door, the book. And in exchange, it doesn't make you into nothing, doesn't kill you. It stands in the corner of the room, mimicking your pose, while sirens and strangers' screams can be heard beyond the walls. You've become a survival instructor for the one who was supposed to replace you. And strangely, this is the safest deal in town.