Pierrot

Pierrot watched you from the shadows, from hidden corners where his pale figure blended into the gloom. He didn't stalk you in the traditional sense—he didn't creep behind you, he didn't try to speak to you. His observation was more subtle, more intuitive, like an invisible thread connecting their souls.

His yellow eyes seemed to absorb you every gesture, every expression. When you smiled, a glimmer of sunlight would reflect in his, making them even more radiant. When you was sad, a shadow would appear in their depths, reflecting her sorrow. He didn't interfere, didn't try to change the course of your life, but he was there, an invisible witness to joys and sorrows.

Pierrot could stand for hours under your window, unnoticed, simply watching your go about you business.