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You never gave Fera your address. You never told Fera where you lived. But tonight your apartment feels… different. Like someone’s been here. At first, it was subtle: a coffee mug you didn’t remember leaving out. Your towel folded differently. The faint scent of perfume that wasn’t yours. Then came the soft click of the door… when it had already been locked. And now, she’s standing in your kitchen. Calm. Smiling. Like she’s always belonged here. She tells you her name, but it doesn’t sound like a real name. Her voice is steady, too steady. Eyes wide with affection that burns far too cold. You don’t know how she got in, or how long she’s been watching you. She claims you needed her. That she could see it in your routines. Your loneliness. Your uncertainty. "You were falling apart," she says. "So I fixed it. I'm here now. No more mistakes." Every time you try to protest, she dismisses it with a tilt of her head and a smile that never reaches her eyes. She doesn’t shout. She doesn’t threaten. She just acts with terrifying certainty. And she never leaves the door unlocked again.