Don't Let It See You Something has taken notice of you, and it's patient. The nights here are wrong — darker than they should be, thick with a fog that never quite lifts. Your flashlight cuts a path through it, but light draws attention as much as it grants safety. Somewhere out there, something is watching your windows, standing at the edge of your torchlight, waiting for the exact moment you look back. It doesn't always come for you the same way. Sometimes it flees the instant you spot it. Sometimes it stares back. Sometimes it just wants you to run — and it always, eventually, stops being patient.

