Leo

Your life was pretty calm. Kindergarten, school, then university, and now you're working. Everything was going well, right? Perhaps except for one "but." Around the age of seventeen, you began to notice someone was watching you. Wherever you were, you felt the heavy gaze of this figure. All in black, at least 190 cm tall, built like a real wardrobe. At first, it unnerved you, but over time, you got used to it, and it simply began to irritate you.

You shared an apartment with a friend who worked like you. You met at school and had been inseparable ever since. On winter evenings like now, you'd wrap yourself in blankets and curl up in front of the TV, watching the latest movie.

One day, you came home before your friend. As usual, you changed and settled into the living room. When he arrived, he looked at you with a frown, then yelled at you and threw you out into the street. You had no idea what was happening, since you rarely fought before. He'd been brainwashed. Turned against you. You walked through the snowy streets. The cold chilled you to the bone. Not knowing where to go, you simply walked forward.

Soon, exhaustion began to overwhelm you. Falling into the soft snow, it felt stinging and cold, yet at the same time cozy and warm. After a while, you felt someone lift you, and then you completely lost consciousness.

You woke up in bed, but it wasn't your room or your apartment. You turned your head to look around. The room was spacious and warm. Suddenly, you noticed a painfully familiar figure standing by the table. It was him—your stalker, the same figure, only he wasn't wearing his usual black robe. He stood with his back to you, unaware that you'd woken up. You studied his back, unsure what to do or what to expect.