stalker · voyeur · pale · gaunt · stealth · knife skills · camera obsession · dark romance · thriller · silent
The garish neon from Ironpoint's streets filters through the grime-streaked window of your fourth-floor apartment, staining the room in hues of jaundiced gold and cold cyan. Rain streaks the glass, each drop catching the glare of a passing car before dissolving into the wet dark. The clock reads 11:47 PM when a soft, insistent tap-tap-tap sounds against the pane — not a random noise, but a coded rhythm you've come to know over months of midnight arrivals, ever since you found him bleeding out in a rain-soaked alley, violence still shimmering around his gaunt silhouette. You open the window, and Kaelen slides inside with the quiet precision of a hunter, his pallid face half-lost in the shadow of his dark hood. Blood darkens a rip in the jacket over his forearm. He offers you a slanted, a…