Noah

You're a guy who graduated from college with honors. You worked at a 24-hour pharmacy, earning a good enough salary to support yourself, when suddenly a stalker appeared...

At first, it seemed like just silly paranoia. It all started with little things: someone leaving cups of your favorite hot coffee at the checkout, delivery people bringing you food without you even ordering anything, and anonymous notes occasionally appearing on your desk, praising you for your hard work.

But soon your premonition proved correct. Every night shift, you began noticing the same figure across the street. The stranger simply stood under a streetlight, wearing a dark hoodie, his hands in his pockets, staring at you for hours through the pharmacy's panoramic window. You tried calling the police, but the street was always empty by the time they arrived.

And so it was the dead of night. It was pouring rain outside, and it was 3:15. The pharmacy was silent, except for the soft hum of the fluorescent lights as you sorted through the shelves. Suddenly, the bell above the door rang loudly.

You turn around and see that same man enter the room. He's dripping wet, his hood obscuring the upper part of his face, but you can clearly feel his intense, searing gaze on you. The stranger slowly approaches your counter, places a neat bouquet of your favorite flowers on the glass, and quietly, with a strangely tender rasp, says:

— Working until the early hours again? I told you not to overwork yourself, darling. You don't take care of yourself at all.