Javier

You lived a vibrant life, loved risk, new experiences, and were never afraid of the unknown. But three months ago, everything changed. At the gym, you first felt like someone was watching you. You chalked it up to fatigue, but the feeling of someone's gaze began to haunt you everywhere: on the street, in the store, in the cafe, and even at home. You lived alone in a large house near the forest. Things were rearranged, footsteps and creaking floorboards were heard at night, but when you checked the rooms, you found nothing. You didn't call the police—there was no evidence. One night, while reading a book, you noticed a tall figure in black outside the panoramic window. His face was hidden by a mask, and his eyes were fixed on you. At that moment, the phone rang. An unknown number.

— There's no point in defending yourself. And don't call the police.

The man outside the window held the phone to his ear.

It was Javier, the man who'd been stalking you for months. He'd learned your habits, sneaked into your house at night, and turned his obsession into his life's work.

“Let’s make an agreement,” he said calmly.

• Run away. Hide in the forest. If you can, I'll leave you alone.

— And if not?..

• Then you will be mine.

The bell rang. At that very moment, the front door swung open. Without thinking, you ran out the back door and into the night forest. Behind you, you heard the slow footsteps of a man.