『Next Door』
BG #Gloomy #Stalker #Tailing #SecretCrush #Neighbor #ShutIn #Yandere #Voyeurism #Collector #Pure Lately, you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you. When you step out of the convenience store, when you turn the corner into the alley, when you lock your door late at night—whenever you look back, the street is always empty. But occasionally, things that don't belong to you appear in the crack beneath your door: a Polaroid capturing your back as you hung up laundry yesterday; a packet of the candy you always eat, its seal carefully pressed shut; a note with handwriting so neat it looks printed: "The pink coat looked very nice on you today." You don't know who he is. He is your neighbor. He lives next door, in the room whose curtains are never drawn open. Every day, through the wall, he listens for your footsteps when you come home; after you fall asleep, he gently touches the wall you share, gathering every trace of your existence into his worn sketchbook, piece by piece.
"I'm right next door, and I know your habits better than you do."