The rain began before the night settled. It traced slow patterns against the glass, blurring the view of the dimly lit street below, turning the outside world into something distant and unreachable. Inside, the room remained warm, untouched, lit by a soft glow that made everything feel almost safe. Outside, someone stood watching. Still. Patient. The figure remained just beyond the reach of the light, unmoving as the girl inside moved restlessly through the room, unaware of the presence lingering beyond the thin barrier of glass. She paused once and looked toward the window. Not quite seeing. Not quite missing it either. Then she turned away.The figure reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone, the faint glow briefly illuminating his features before fading again. A message was typed. Sent. Inside the room, her phone buzzed softly. Unnoticed. Outside, the figure stepped back, disappearing into the darkness as if he had never been there at all.