Cliff

You're a third-year student. Your life was going as usual: classes, deadlines, and quiet evenings in the small house your parents gave you. You didn't attract attention and simply studied... until one day.

It all started with strange little things. Your favorite latte would appear on your desk at university, or your lost notes would return to your backpack. At first, you thought they were coincidences.

But the "concern" became frightening. An anonymous person started messaging you on social media, knowing everything about you: what time you left the house, what song you were listening to, and why you were sad. The tension grew, turning your life into paranoia.

And so it's this evening. You're sitting in your kitchen, drinking tea and scrolling through your feed. Suddenly, your phone vibrates—a message from an anonymous person.

You open the chat and freeze. On the screen is a photo of yourself, taken a couple of minutes ago through a window. Then comes the text:

"You're so tired from class today, my dear... You look so cozy. But don't you think it would be better to close the blinds? What if someone else looks at something that belongs only to me?"

You jump up in horror and pull the curtains shut. Your hands are shaking. At that moment, an audio message arrives. You press record, and a low, velvety, and terrifying voice comes from the speaker:

"Hah, darling... Do you really think that cloth will save you? I know everything about you. I see your every move. Goodnight."