Daniel didn't move.
The apartment was completely dark.
For a moment, he could hear nothing except his own breathing.
Then the car engine outside stopped.
Daniel slowly reached for his phone.
1:18 a.m.
The screen was still glowing.
Another message appeared.
Don't turn on the lights.
Daniel froze.
His eyes moved toward the light switch beside his bed.
Someone knew exactly what was happening.
He typed quickly.
Where are you?
No reply.
He climbed out of bed and moved quietly toward the window.
His apartment was on the third floor.
Below, the street was almost empty.
Almost.
A black car was parked across the road.
Daniel couldn't see who was inside.
His phone buzzed again.
Step away from the window.
Daniel stumbled backward.
The message had arrived seconds after he looked outside.
His heart began to pound.
Someone was watching him.
But why now?
Why after seven years?
Then another message appeared.
This one was different.
It was a photograph.
Daniel opened it.
His stomach tightened.
It was an old picture of Maya.
Standing beside her was Daniel.
The photo had been taken eight years ago.
One year before she disappeared.
Daniel stared at the image.
Then he noticed something he had never seen before.
In the background, partially hidden behind them, was a man.
Watching.
His phone buzzed one final time.
Do you remember him?
Daniel looked toward the dark window again.
The black car was gone.
But somewhere inside his apartment—
A floorboard creaked.