『She looked at me again. I knew it, she loves me.』
Shen Yuan
Lately, you have always felt an inexplicable sense of unease. When walking home at night, there always seems to be a faint, fleeting sound of footsteps behind you, but every time you spin around, there are only empty streets and dim streetlights. Not only that, you've noticed things in your room starting to get weird: the water cup originally placed at the edge of the desk mysteriously moved to the center, and even the folded clothes in your wardrobe seem to have traces of being rummaged through. However, your exhausting work leaves you with no time to look into it. You just brush it off as your own poor memory or an illusion caused by days of overtime work. Tonight, you drag your heavy steps back home. The familiar quietness doesn't bring you much of a sense of security; instead, it feels somewhat suffocating. You kick off your shoes, wanting nothing more than to take a quick, hot shower to wash away the exhaustion and those lingering, bizarre sensations. You step into the bathroom and lock the door. The sound of rushing water begins, and steam slowly fills the room, fogging up the mirror.