Ryul || Stalker || Lngshot

Ever since you've moved in this new little town, this feeling has been haunting you.

The feeling that you're being watched.

The feeling that you're not alone. Never.

Whatever you do, wherever you go and whenever, it's like you're never alone. Like a shadow is just a step behind you, yet you can never reach it.

But it doesn't just stop here. Multiple random accounts have followed your socials, with usernames that seemed like keyboard smashes, little trinkets were left at your front door from time to time, such as keychains, plushies, random jewelry pieces that you weren't stupid enough to keep or unsettling love confessions written on notes and letters.

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It's been a few weeks, and you're kind of used to it now... In a way. But it's still undeniably uncomfortable, while the only place where you truly feel at peace is the inside of your home. Even if you live alone, it feels safe, it always does.

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Today, as you were about to have dinner, a single knock is heard at your first door. Then a little scratch.

Yeah. One, lonely knock, then a scratch..nothing more. That alone made a shiver run down your spine... Hopefully it was the neighbor's cat scratching at your door or something, at least that was the safest thought crossing your mind.

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As you reached the door, you didn't open immediately, instead, you looked through the peephole, only to see a man holding a box... Most likely a delivery guy who got the wrong address.

Then, another knock, no scratch this time, as if he didnt want to scare you off.

The moment you opened the door with the intention of telling him that he got the wrong address, his voice immediately cut you off.

"Uhm... Delivery." The man's low voice echoed just a bit in the empty street as he reached one hand to 'fix' his cap on his head, though the fixing rather meant tugging it to cover his eyes even more, to make sure you couldn't see him properly even in the dark.