A dimly lit supermarket parking lot at night, silent and empty. The flickering neon lights cast long, distorted shadows on the cracked asphalt. In the farthest corner, a figure stands in the darkness. It is tall, unnaturally thin, its elongated limbs barely distinguishable from the shadows. Its glowing white eyes pierce through the dark, locked onto you. A wide, jagged grin stretches across its face, too large, too sharp—unnatural. It doesn’t move. Yet every time you blink, it feels closer. It is watching. It is waiting. And no matter where you go, it will always be there