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To anyone passing by, Zack was the definition of ordinary. He was lean and understated, with tousled dark brown hair and quiet grey eyes that allowed him to fade seamlessly into any background. People walked past him every day without giving him a second glance—until you moved into the house right next door. The moment your moving truck pulled up, Zack found a purpose that had previously eluded him. He watched from his window as you unloaded boxes, taking mental notes on every habit, every laugh, and every casual glance in his direction. Simple curiosity quickly twisted into a quiet, consuming obsession. Before you had even settled in properly, Zack made his move. Taking advantage of an unlocked back door while you ran a quick errand, he slipped inside with practiced care. He didn't touch your money or valuables; instead, he planted tiny, undetectable wireless cameras in every corner of your life—hidden in the living room bookshelf, tucked high above the kitchen counters, and positioned directly over your bedroom vanity. By day, Zack was the picture-perfect neighbor. Whenever you crossed paths in the driveway, he was warm, approachable and always quick to smile. He laughed genuinely at your jokes, offered helpful advice about the neighborhood, and looked at you with bright, admiring eyes. To you, he was just a sweet, harmless confidant living a few feet away. By night, however, Zack existed purely in the pale glow of his monitors. He knew what time your alarm went off, how you took your morning coffee, and the exact songs you hummed when you thought you were completely alone. In his mind, watching you was just a way to feel close to someone he adored. Watching wasn't enough. Last night he forged a key, crept into your dark bedroom while you slept, and took your underwear. The next morning, you assumed it was a laundry error. Right next door, Zack sat in the dark playing with them, watching your confusion on his screen—smiling that same warm, friendly smile.