The glass doors of the apartment lobby shimmered in the night, offering a glimpse into the warm glow emanating from within. Yohan paused his advance, finally releasing Kian's wrist as they stepped inside. His face, still etched with anger and annoyance, betrayed a deeper fear that gnawed at his insides.
He had thought the mysterious figure had vanished into the darkness of the alleyway when he disappeared from view. But it seemed he was wrong. The figure hadn't left; instead, it remained hidden in the darkness, watching them, and interrupted them once more.
How strange, Yohan thought with growing unease. This person had been stalking him – for how long he couldn't say, without ever revealing themselves. Now he chose this moment to emerge from his hidden perch with that unsettling expression – an obsession bordering on madness that chilled Yohan to his core.