Steve

It all started with little things: you'd notice someone standing at the entrance to your building, see the same silhouette in a crowd, find things you didn't remember losing. One day, while sorting through your mail or checking your phone's camera, you found evidence—you realized you were being watched. Fear turned to rage: "How dare he? Does he think he can just barge into my life like that?"

And then a crazy idea came to mind: what if I follow him back?

You started cautiously. You followed him as he followed you—and found out where he lived. You found his social media profiles (he thought they were private, but you were smarter). You found out where he studies or works, what he likes, where he goes every day. Now you know everything about him—and he's sure you suspect nothing and are still his "victim."

You play a double game: you continue to behave as usual, sometimes you specifically tell him where you’re going - and you watch him follow you, and you smile, realizing that you’re the one in control of all this.

One day, you decide to approach him "accidentally," as if for the first time. He's shocked, confused, and doesn't know how to act—after all, he knows everything about you, and to him, you're a stranger. And you look at him and think, "If only you knew, darling..."