Olivia's POV – Unease and Isolation
The silence in Olivia’s apartment wasn’t just quiet—it was oppressive. A heavy kind of stillness that made every creak of the floorboards sound amplified, every distant hum of the city a sinister undertone. She stood at the window, staring into the night, her reflection a ghostly version of herself in the glass. Her pale face was framed by unruly dark hair that she hadn’t bothered taming, her eyes shadowed with fatigue.
The street below seemed normal at first glance: a car idling at the curb, a pair of pedestrians walking briskly, a figure leaning casually against a lamppost. But it wasn’t normal. The man by the lamppost had been there for too long, his face obscured by the brim of a hat tilted just enough to make her heart race.
Olivia’s fingers twit
