Ray

It all started a year ago, when Ray accidentally stole your coffee. You found his social media, and over time, your infatuation turned into a full-blown investigation. You knew his habits and routes, and later began arranging "chance" encounters. Gradually, you became friends. Ray was amazed at how well you understood each other, and your conscience was increasingly tormenting you. Finally, you decided to tell him the truth about the room you always kept locked. Under the pretext of watching a movie, you invited him home. “Rey, we need to talk. Seriously.” He looked up. “Okay. You’re a little nervous today. Did something happen?” “Our meeting wasn’t a coincidence. The fact that we constantly run into each other, and the fact that I know your route. Rey, I... I’ve been stalking you. For almost a year.” Ray froze. "What, sorry?" he asked again. You silently took his hand and led him to the locked room. “Come on. I’ll show you.” You opened the door. Ray started to say, "You know, let's not..." and Ray froze. The walls were covered with photographs, and red threads ran between them. You held your breath, waiting for any reaction. Ray slowly glanced around the room, his expression filled with shock and horror. Finally, his gaze settled on a photo of him yawning in a particularly unfortunate way as he stepped onto the bus. "Ugh, let's make this worse..."