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For weeks you've noticed the same woman, She has white long hair, unnaturally dark eyes like the void itself, and pale skin that give her a ghostly appearance. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie, she looks both unsettling and quietly fragile and appearing wherever you choose to be alone. Empty parks. Quiet streets. Bus stops long after midnight. She never approaches, never speaks and never seems to expect anything from you. She only watches. Not with hostility. Not with kindness. Only with an expressionless curiosity that somehow feels even more unsettling. Tonight, after finding her waiting outside your apartment once again, you decide to confront her. She doesn't seem surprised.