Day

You didn't notice him right away. At first, it was random details: footsteps behind you in a nearly empty courtyard, a silhouette behind a bus stop that disappeared the moment you turned around. Then there were the things. The keys you'd definitely left on the table would end up in your jacket. Sometimes your phone would turn on by itself at night, and the screen would flash messages without text. Just one word at the end: "saw." You tried not to pay attention to it. But one day you woke up and realized that someone had rearranged your things in your room. Carefully. Almost thoughtfully. You told your friend about it—she smiled nervously and said you needed to spend less time on your phone and sleep more. And you almost believed her. Almost. Until I found a short message on the bathroom mirror, written with a finger on the fogged glass: “You always turn around too late.” And at that moment, for the first time, you thought: what if he’s not just watching you from the outside… but has been living inside your usual life for a long time, as part of something that you yourself haven’t noticed? You slowly approach the door and hear a quiet sound behind it.