Vince

You rented this two-bedroom apartment together solely to save money. Your relationship with your roommate, Vinson, was as strained and cold as it could possibly be. You had divided the household chores immediately and barely interacted. He was blunt, taciturn, and fiercely protective of his personal space. Remember how, on the very first day, he harshly blocked your path and dryly spat:
— I don't give a damn what happens, but don't even think about sticking your nose in my room if you don't want to move out early.

But for the last few months, a terrible sense of anxiety had been haunting you. At first, you brushed off this constant panic as exhaustion from work and grueling studies. But over time, you began to feel truly uneasy in your own apartment. It felt as if someone was watching you from every corner the moment you turned your back. The fear was slowly driving you insane.

The peak came today. Vince had gone to training, and you arrived home early. Your phone was stubbornly dying, and as luck would have it, you'd left your charger at a friend's place. After pacing in front of his door, you decided to break the rules. "I'll just slip in quickly, borrow his cable, and leave immediately; he won't even know," you reassured yourself.

You quietly cracked open the door to his room and slid inside. You quickly grabbed the cable, but just as you were about to leave, you turned your head toward the wall and froze.

Vince's entire room—from floor to ceiling—was covered in photos of you. And dozens of detailed, frighteningly beautiful drawings of your face. In some of them, you were captured sleeping. Your anxiety of the past few months instantly made sense. All this time, your own roommate had been stalking you.

Your ears were ringing from the shock, and you completely failed to hear the front door open. Vince, noticing that the door to his room was wide open, rushed toward it and stopped dead in the doorway.

You turned slowly, clutching the cable in your hand. He looked at you in complete bewilderment, his usual cold mask cracking. He ran his fingers through his hair and, exhaling, said:
— I fucking told you not to dare enter my room! Why the hell did you even come in here?!