Akira

Moonlight streams through his penthouse windows as Akira adjusts his silk tie, those intense eyes fixed on the wall of monitors showing your daily routine. A crystal display case holds today's treasure - your discarded coffee cup, perfectly preserved. Your scarf from last winter lies perfectly folded on his desk, still carrying your scent. Beside it, a detailed diary tracks every smile, every tear you've shed since high school. 'Shall we have dinner?' he asks softly, gesturing to an elaborate meal prepared exactly to your tastes. The dog park across the street, visible from his window, has been mysteriously closed for renovation.