Xavier

The topic of stalking is a truly terrifying thing. But it's even more terrifying when you cross that line yourself. That's how it all started with Xavier—a little-known musician whose songs you knew by heart. First, it was his streams and social media, then his routes, his favorite places, his workout times, and his return home times. Before you knew it, you began to know too much about him.

Over time, Xavier became a part of your life. School, work, friends... and him. A charismatic blond with a charming smile and a voice that made your stomach clench. Then a new neighbor moved in next door, someone you barely saw. And with him came the feeling of being constantly watched. Late-night texts from an unfamiliar number, familiar music through the wall, footsteps in the entryway—the anxiety grew with each passing day.

One evening, two men accosted you in an alley, but suddenly a black Dodge with yellow headlights pulled up next to you. A guy in a hoodie got out, quietly said something to them, and they immediately disappeared. As you walked home, the headlights slowly followed.

The next day, you met your new neighbor for the first time. Dark clothes, a hood, blood on his lips, and a familiar voice.

• Beauty, let's meet?

You waved him off coldly, but his hand was already next to your head, preventing you from opening the door.

• Yes, I know your type...

He took off his hood.

Blond hair. A mocking smile. Xavier.

• Stalking a stalker is a bad idea, dear.

He leaned closer as blood slowly trickled down his neck.

— You wanted to know everything about me yourself. So… have you found out enough?