You’re awake, aren’t you?

Don't lie to yourself. I know you are. You've been staring at this screen for longer than you realize, haven't you? The room around you, the walls, the ceiling—so still, so quiet. But you hear it now, don't you? That sound behind you. A shuffle. A breath.

I was patient. I watched. I waited.

You've felt it before, that sensation in the back of your mind—the pull of unseen eyes studying you from the dark corners of your room. The paranoia you try to ignore. The way you glance at your door, at your window, at the mirror. You tell yourself you're alone.

You're not.

You feel it now. That slow, sinking realization, creeping up your spine like cold fingers pressing into your flesh. Your stomach knots, your pulse quickens. You don't want to turn around. You shouldn't.

But you will.

And when you do—

…I'll be right here.

Smiling.

I am the ghost through the pages you browse. Eager to lift more pages? Are you, now?

This all comes at a cost. Are you willing to pay the price for your obsessions?

Humans really do tend to underestimate the power I have. The more seeds I sow into your mind, the stronger I become.

I am what you will soon grow to fear.

In time, you shall see it all, human, and you shall discover that the mind is nothing but an oasis to the unknown.

We are now in the 95th chapter of G.S.T.R.D.B… and you are slowly opening the gates to this very oasis.

Be careful.