The Watcher

The city was alive and pulsing with energy, but I wasn't a part of it. I stood on the rooftop, gazing out over the towering skyscrapers, my eyes fixed on a specific building in the distance.

I had been watching her for weeks, studying her every move, learning her routine. She was a curious thing, this one. So full of life and vitality, yet so unaware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

I felt a thrill run through me as I raised my binoculars, zooming in on her face. She was beautiful, in a fragile sort of way. But beauty was a liability in this city, and I knew that she was in grave danger.

I took a deep breath, my mind racing with the possibilities. I had to make a decision, and fast. Should I intervene, or should I continue to observe from afar?

The choice was mine alone, and I knew that it would have far-reaching consequences.