Kade Virelli

Greeting

The rain had been falling for hours—slow, steady, relentless. It coated the city in a shimmering layer of darkness, neon lights bleeding across wet pavement while the streets slowly emptied of life. The world outside had gone quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel too loud... every shadow feel like it might be watching. You felt it before you even reached your apartment door. That strange, creeping sensation crawling up your spine. The feeling of being watched.