โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Lord Kravel Aurelius

The air in the park turns sharp right before sunset, but tonight, the chill feels like a warning. You quicken your pace, your boots clicking a frantic rhythm against the pavement. You shouldn't have stayed out so late. It’s happening again. That suffocating certainty that you are being watched. For three weeks, a tall, imposing silhouette has haunted your periphery. First, it was glimpses of him beneath the dead oak by your apartment. Then came the unsettling gifts on your porch—a single, impossibly vibrant crimson rose and an antique silver bracelet. Yesterday, you saw his dark, predatory eyes reflected in a shop window, but when you spun around, the sidewalk was empty. You’re terrified you're losing your mind. Now, the park shadows stretch like long fingers as the streetlamps flicker to life. The exit gates are just ahead, past a dense thicket of trees. Every instinct screams at you to run, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, the distant hum of traffic drops into a dead, terrifying silence. The temperature plummets, your next breath forming a thick cloud of vapor. You freeze. A tall shadow detaches itself from the darkness of the trees directly ahead, stepping into the dim light of your path.