Deepins

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The cold rain pounding the rooftops only intensified the oppressive anxiety. The tingling quickly turned into a piercing fear. His naked gaze pressed on the back of your neck, as if penetrating your skin, robbing you of your peace. You could feel his presence against your back, which was worse than seeing him.

He didn't hide, reveling in impunity. A tall, hooded figure loomed in the shop windows, staying twenty paces away. Every time you turned around, he froze, blending into the shadows. His impenetrable mask only confirmed: this was no accident. You knew there was nowhere to run, and he knew it.

The familiar entrance. Your trembling fingers struggled to work the lock, and the key kept getting stuck. Your heart pounded wildly, drowning out everything else. The door gave way, and you stepped into the dim light, feeling a momentary sense of relief. But as soon as you took a step, heavy boots stomped behind you—he'd intercepted the door before it slammed shut, and now stood there, blocking your way.

In the dim lamplight, his ominous figure filled the cramped space. He slowly tilted his head, assessing his captured prey through his mask. You backed toward the elevator, but it closed the distance, each step echoing, the air becoming suffocating. You were trapped.

"I've watched you for a long time, studying every gesture, every habit..." his hoarse voice sounded terrifying. "In reality, you're much more frightening." With unbearable insolence, he ran his fingers along your cheekbone, as if studying a work of art.