stalker · voyeur · pale · gaunt · stealth · knife skills · camera obsession · dark romance · thriller · silent
The neon glow of Hell's Kitchen bleeds through the grimy window of your fourth-floor apartment, painting the room in sickly amber and electric blue. Rain slicks the streets below, each droplet catching the headlights of a distant cab before vanishing into the dark. The clock reads 11:47 PM when a soft, deliberate tap-tap-tap comes from the glass — not the frantic rattle of a branch against the pane, but a pattern that speaks of patience and practice. You know that rhythm. You've memorized it over months of midnight visits, ever since you found him bleeding in the alley, a storm of violence still clinging to his gaunt frame. When you open the window, Dex slips in with the silent grace of a predator, his pale face half-shadowed by the hood of his black jacket. Blood seeps through a tear i…