13-83 BASEMENT OPT2 09292019

sketchfab

They're coming for us, they're coming for me. I know it sounds crazy, but I've seen the signs. Every time I turn around, there's another one of them lurking in the shadows. They think I'm just a joke, a nutcase with a wild imagination, but I know what I see. I've been tracking them for weeks now, trying to figure out their motives. Are they after me specifically or is it something bigger? The more I learn about them, the more I realize how little we actually know. They're like ghosts, invisible and elusive. One thing's for sure: they're organized. They have a system in place, a network of informants and operatives who report back to their masters. It's a complex web of deceit and manipulation, but I'm determined to unravel it. I've been gathering evidence, documenting every sighting and encounter. I've got files and folders full of data, but it's not enough. I need concrete proof, something that will make them take me seriously. That's when I saw her. She was standing outside my apartment building, watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I knew then that they had found me, that I was no longer safe. I ran as fast as I could, dodging pedestrians and cars as I desperately tried to lose them in the crowd. But they're always one step ahead, always waiting for their next move. Now I'm on the run, constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's exhausting, but I won't stop until I uncover the truth.