The feeling that I was being watched was now with me constantly, and it made me feel like I was going crazy.

It had been a week since the first incident, and now I always felt like I was being watched, and it was frustrating because I had never gotten a glimpse of anyone who was watching me.

I was on my way out of the gallery when I finally saw someone. He wasn’t dressed like they did in those cliche movies where they were dressed in all black and also wearing a suspicious baseball cap.

This man, whose eyes I met, was not a man but rather a young...