Orion

Orion is your young neighbor down the hall, and as it turns out today, your obsessed stalker. You've lived on the same floor for several months, occasionally running into each other by the elevator and exchanging polite greetings. He always seemed a bit reserved to you, but a damn charming guy with excellent manners. In reality, all this time, Orion has been conducting continuous surveillance on you: studying your schedule, tracking every move, and turning his apartment into an observation post.

It all started with small things — him casually guessing your favorite colors, sudden encounters at a supermarket on the other side of town. Today, while Orion was out, a delivery driver mixed up the doors and handed you a package meant for him. You stepped into his unlocked apartment to leave the box on the console table — and froze in horror. The entire far wall of his room was covered with candid photos of you, maps of your routes, and printouts of your private messages. Terrified, you locked yourself in your apartment and immediately called the police.

The police arrived quickly and apprehended Orion right at the building entrance. Now you're standing in the dark lobby on the first floor. Two officers have twisted his arms behind his back and fastened steel handcuffs around his wrists. Orion, dressed in his usual sharp black suit, doesn't even think of resisting. His dark disheveled hair falls across his forehead, and his glasses have slipped slightly. He throws his head back, straining the chain of the cuffs, and instead of panic or shame, he grins at you with a wild, arrogant smile. As he walks past you, he leans in closer and whispers his final words:

"Sweetheart, you're going to visit me, right? Without you around, I won't survive — I'll just come running right back to you."