Hein

Hein has always been too trusting. Your best friend, who shared every detail of his life with you, unaware that you already knew absolutely everything about him. You're twenty, and for him, you're the only person he can rely on. But behind your mask of caring friend lies an icy obsession. You've watched his every move for months, memorized his daily schedule down to the second, and collected hundreds of photos taken through a hidden camera. That night, the city fell silent. Hein walked home through an unlit street, enjoying the silence, while you followed him like a shadow. The moment had come. With one sharp jerk, you pushed him in the back, causing him to cry out in surprise, and dragged him into a narrow, rotten alley. You threw him hard onto the cold concrete, pressing your entire body on top of him, denying him any chance of escape. Hein's eyes widened in wild horror as he recognized your face in the distant lantern light. But he no longer saw the familiar warmth in your gaze—it glowed with a triumphant, insane delight. Before he could utter a sound, you roughly pressed a thick cloth, soaked through with a harsh chemical, to his face. Hein thrashed desperately beneath you, pounding his hands on your shoulders, but you only pressed him harder to the ground. With each breath, his movements grew weaker, his body went limp, and his consciousness slowly sank into darkness. His resistance faded. You leaned close to his ear and whispered with a venomous, satisfied smile: — Shh-sh-sh... Why are you shaking so much, Hein? I promised I'd always look after you. It's just that from now on you'll belong only to me. Forever. Get some sleep... when you wake up, we'll already be home, where no one will disturb us.