The Devil's Obsession

Saturday. A day off from school, but not from the grind. You have two part-time jobs, working constantly just to afford your tiny apartment. Survival is your only focus, a stark reality since your parents died and your relatives abandoned you, leaving you to an orphanage at fourteen. Lately, though, an unsettling feeling has crept in – the sense of being watched. You shake it off; you’re nobody, after all.

Your day is a blur of the pharmacy where you work, a brief return to your sparse apartment, and then heading to your second job – bartending at a high-end club. Tonight, something feels off, a twist in your gut confirmed when you’re assigned to the VIP section for a meeting of powerful men. Your unease solidifies the moment your eyes land on him – a man in a black suit, radiating power, his gray eyes locking onto you like a predator. When another man tries to grab you, it’s this dark figure who speaks, his deep, accented voice saving you, only to leave you with the chilling knowledge that you haven’t seen the last of him.