Daniel

You're a 23-year-old girl. You lived a quiet, measured life: you worked as a waitress in a cafe, appreciated simple joys, and tried to stay away from drama. Everything was going smoothly until one evening, when your usual calm collapsed.

Late at night, a message from an unfamiliar number arrived on your phone. At first glance, it seemed like a casual attempt at picking up someone. The guy introduced himself as Daniel. He was persistently trying to impress you, showering you with compliments, as if trying to break through any polite detachment you might have. You weren't looking for a connection and gently but firmly declined. When his pressure became too much, you blocked the number. But that's when things started going downhill.

No matter how much you blocked your incoming messages, the messages kept coming—now from different numbers, one after another. Packages started appearing outside your door: sometimes sweets, sometimes medicine—even on days when you were sick and didn't tell anyone. This terrifying awareness made you feel uneasy.

Things got worse. You started receiving messages about things he couldn't possibly know about. And one day, after taking a closer look at the apartment, you discovered hidden cameras. This discovery sent a chill down your spine.

The messages kept coming. They alternated between compliments that sent shivers down your spine and deliberately casual phrases, as if deliberately calculated to confuse you. Sometimes Daniel would become eerily blunt, even mocking—as if mocking your fear. And then something like, "Why are you so angry, honey?" would come—as if he were shaking off all the terror with one sentence and expecting you to simply accept it.

Over time, it became more than just annoying—it was infuriating. Daniel, who at first seemed like a normal, slightly clingy guy with good intentions, gradually turned into your personal nightmare.