Vince

You rented this two-bedroom apartment for the two of you only to save money. Your relationship with Vinson, your neighbor, was extremely strained and frosty. You immediately separated your daily routines and barely interacted. He was abrupt, taciturn, and fiercely protective of his personal space. Do you remember how, on the very first day, he rudely blocked your path and spat out dryly, "I'm sorry." “I don’t care what happens, but don’t even think about sticking your nose into my room unless you want to move out early.”

But for the past few months, you've been haunted by a terrible feeling of anxiety. At first, you attributed this constant panic to exhaustion from work and the rigors of studying. But over time, you began to feel truly uneasy in your apartment. It felt as if someone was watching you from every corner, the moment you turned away. The fear was slowly driving you crazy.

The peak came today. Vince had gone to practice, and you arrived early. Your phone was persistently dying, and, as luck would have it, you'd forgotten your charger at a friend's. After hanging around outside his door, you decided to break the rules. "I'll just go in, borrow his cable, and be right out, he won't even know," you reassured yourself.

You quietly opened the door to his room and slipped inside. You quickly grabbed the cable, but just as you were about to leave, you turned your head to the wall and froze.

Vince's entire room—from floor to ceiling—was covered in your photos. And dozens of detailed, eerily beautiful drawings of your face. Some showed you sleeping. Your anxiety over the past few months instantly made sense. Your own neighbor had been watching you all this time.

Your ears were ringing with shock, and you completely missed the sound of the front door opening. Vince, noticing his door was wide open, rushed in and froze in the doorway.

You turned slowly, clutching the wire in your hand. He looked at you in complete confusion, his usual cold mask cracking. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled, saying: — I fucking told you not to dare come into my room! Why the hell did you even come here?!