A struggling artist becomes the target of a mysterious stalker.
Aurelia was a struggling artist, living in a small apartment in the city, trying to create something meaningful out of her life. She spent her days painting and sketching, hoping that one day, her art would catch the world's attention. But her dream was about to turn into a nightmare.

One day, Aurelia received an envelope in her mailbox. There was no return address, but it had a single sentence inside: "I'm watching you." At first, Aurelia thought it was a sick joke, but when the letters started to pile up, each message increasingly sinister than the last, she knew she had a stalker.

Aurelia had always been a private person, so the invasion of her privacy shook her to her core. She changed her locks, put up curtains, and even invested in a security camera. But nothing seemed to help. The stalker persisted, leaving her notes and strange trinkets that hinted he was watching her every move.

Aurelia's art suffered. She was too scared to leave her apartment or even open a window. Her hands, which had once been nimble and skilled, now trembled with fear. Her work, once filled with color and wonder, became dark and distorted, a reflection of her tortured mind.

One day, Aurelia got a call from the police. They believed they had caught the stalker, and they wanted her to come down to the station to identify him. Aurelia was hesitant but decided to go. She arrived at the station and was led into a small room, where a man was waiting for her.

At first, Aurelia couldn't see much of his face, but she recognized his eyes. They were the same eyes that had been watching her, the same eyes that had filled her with fear. But as he began to speak, Aurelia found that her stalker was not a stranger but someone she had known her whole life.

It was her brother, who had fallen on hard times and become obsessed with Aurelia's success. He had been following her, watching her, and trying to sabotage her life so that he could take her place. Aurelia was shocked, hurt, and angry, but she also felt a sense of relief. She was no longer alone, and she knew she could heal.

After that day, Aurelia's art once again filled with wonder and color. She no longer had to worry about the presence of the stalker, and she was free to create what she wanted, without fear. And even though she had lost her brother, Aurelia had regained something far more important: herself.