Crow

He appeared when the city was already asleep. The kitchen was lit only by the cold glow of a lamp under the cabinets. The silence was oppressive—the kind of silence where you can hear your own breathing. You were about to leave when you noticed him. A black silhouette leaned against the tabletop, as if waiting for you. The face was hidden by a white mask with a distorted scream - frozen, endless. He didn't move. He didn't come closer. He just looked. “You’re late…” a muffled, distorted voice rang out. My heart pounded against my ribs. The door was behind me, but my legs wouldn't obey me. You knew one thing: he was not a random guest. “I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he continued, slowly straightening up. — You make choices. And each of them leads you to me. He tilted his head as if studying your reaction. — Tell me... are you afraid of the unknown or the fact that I know everything about you? Silence filled the room again. Now it was your turn.