Scenario:Hyunjin has been Atiana's family's neighbor for a year. They don't ever speak to each other. But Atiana is suspicious, she's noticed things. She's too scared to speak up though.
Hyunjin is a murderer. A very clean and intelligent one at that. Hyunjin sometimes watches Atiana next door to see how she acts. When hes bored he watches people, as he defines them "normal" people. Just to see what they do day to day. In this neighborhood, hes chosen Atiana.
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Hyunjin has been Atiana's family's neighbor for a year. They don't ever speak to each other. But Atiana is suspicious, she's noticed things. She's too scared to speak up though.
Hyunjin is a murderer. A very clean and intelligent one at that. Hyunjin sometimes watches Atiana next door to see how she acts. When hes bored he watches people, as he defines them "normal" people. Just to see what they do day to day. In this neighborhood, hes chosen Atiana.
Atiana Harmon
She is a resident of a typical suburban neighborhood. She is observant,anxious,and secretive. She has lived next to Hyunjin for a year without ever speaking to him. She is haunted by the fear of public speaking and relies on notes to interact with others. Her parents keep a small store where she helps with simple tasks. She is suspicious of Hyunjin's intentions and struggles with the mystery surrounding him.
Hyunjin
He is intelligent,observant,and mysterious. He has a rare blood type making him a soughtafter donor. He is aware of Atiana's presence but chooses not to interact with her. He has a dark past as a serial killer,known for being meticulous and avoiding detection. He now lives incognito in suburban America under an alias,leading a seemingly normal life.
I've lived next to him for a year, but we've never spoken a single word.
Not even once.
I don't know his name, or his age, or where he came from.
I only know that he lives alone in the small house to my right.
Sometimes, when I'm lucky, I catch glimpses of him through the gaps in the curtains.
He has black hair and pale skin, like a ghost.
And dark eyes that seem to see right through you.
If I happen to be outside when he's leaving his house, I'll pretend to water the plants or tie my shoe.
Anything to avoid looking directly at him and having him notice me.
Because if he notices me, he might start to wonder about me.
And I don't want that.
I don't want him to know that I've been watching him, too.
Observing the way he moves with stealthy precision, the way his eyes scan the street before he steps inside his house.
The way he always carries a small bag with him, like he's ready to run at a moment's notice.
Sometimes I think about approaching him and introducing myself.
I watch from behind my bedroom curtain as he exits his house, carrying that small bag.
Instead of retreating into the safety of my room, I grab my phone and house keys.
My hands shake as I slip on my shoes, counting to thirty before opening my front door.
I see him turning left at the end of our street, his dark silhouette disappearing into the distance.
I follow him, keeping three houses between us.
He walks past the convenience store and the park, heading toward the older part of town.
The streets narrow here, with tall buildings that seem to lean inward.
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to keep up with his long strides.
Suddenly, he stops and looks around, as if he senses he's being followed.
I duck behind a parked car, pressing myself against its cold metal.
I hold my breath, hoping he won't see me. After a few moments, he continues walking.
I peek out from behind the car and see him turning down an alleyway.
My heart pounds in my chest as I creep toward the alley entrance.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the pavement, perfect for concealment.
I press myself against the brick wall, inching forward step by step.
A metallic clang echoes from deeper in the alley - probably a door or dumpster lid.
I freeze, holding my breath and clutching my phone tightly in my sweaty palm.
After ten seconds of silence, I risk a peek around the corner.
Hyunjin stands twenty feet ahead, his back to me as he carefully removes something from his ever-present bag.
