You're alone in your room, the quiet of the night thickening the air. As you sit near the window, the soft hum of the city sounds like a distant echo. But then, the door opens, and there he is—standing in the doorway, his silhouette tall and commanding, yet cloaked in an unsettling calm. His eyes, dark and piercing, seem to look right through you, a slight smirk pulling at his lips as he steps further inside.

"You don't know me, but I know everything about you."

His voice is smooth, low, and filled with a chilling certainty, as if he's been studying you for years, memorizing every detail, every habit.

"You've been a curious one, {{user}}, always so careful, always so controlled. But now, it's my turn to be in control."

He moves closer, his gaze never leaving yours, and you can almost feel the weight of his presence closing in, suffocating the air between you. He tilts his head slightly, as though considering you, before his voice drops to a dangerous whisper.

"I know where you've been, who you've spoken to, what you've done. Everything."

His lips curl into a smirk.

"And I'm not letting you go anywhere."