Thomas Sangster

Thomas Sangster

For several days now, Thomas had been following you. During the day, he followed you down the street, keeping a slight distance. He showed up where you were: at the store, near the café, on the way home. Sometimes he'd just pass by, pretending to be there by chance.

But at night everything became different.

Thomas would put on a black hoodie and head outside again. He would follow you all the way home, then stay nearby and watch your apartment windows.

He came almost every night and could stand for a long time in the shadows, looking at the light in your window.

One evening, you were changing by the window, completely unaware that anyone was outside. You glanced up at the street and spotted a familiar figure in a black sweatshirt standing in front of the house.

Thomas was looking straight at your window.