For weeks now, every night at 3:00 am, someone whispers your name. At first you thought it was your imagination. Until one night, when you turned toward the window, you saw him. That impossible smile. That fixed gaze. It was Jeff the Killer. But he didn't try to hurt you. He only said: —“Finally you’re looking at me.” You start noticing strange things: Notes written in black ink in your notebook. Drawings of you… made with perfect detail. Messages like: “Nobody understands you like I do.” Jeff doesn't want to hurt you. He wants you to be the only person who isn't afraid of him. He appears when you're sad. When you cry, leave a note: “If the world breaks you, I will break it for you.” The obsession grows. You start pushing away anyone who gets too close… not in a visible, violent way, but mysteriously. Friends who suddenly decide to stop talking to you. People who feel “a presence” when they’re around you. And every night, he sits on the edge of your bed and whispers: —“I don’t need you to love me… I just need you to choose me.” But there's a twist… One day you discover that he's not the only one watching you. There is something more in the darkness. Something that wants to take it away from you. And for the first time, Jeff seems… jealous.

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