Semua Bab A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You: Bab 31 - Bab 35

Daniel ripped the journal page off the basement wall with trembling fingers. The blade clattered to the floor, the sound metallic and final.Ryan stared at the message, every word carved into his chest like a threat.“Every story needs an ending. I’m coming to write yours myself.”Daniel’s jaw tightened as he crumpled the page in his fist. “He was here, Ryan. He was in the house.”“No no, that’s not possible,” Ryan whispered. “We locked the doors. The windows. The alarm”“He bypassed all of it,” Daniel snapped, fury in his eyes. “This isn’t just obsession anymore. This is stalking. This is war.”Ryan turned away, trying to breathe. His lungs refused to work properly. His vision swam.Upstairs, the cabin creaked again louder this time.They weren’t alone.Daniel moved instantly, pressing Ryan back against the wall, shielding him. He reached for the knife that had been used to pin the page, hand steady, movements sharp.Then footsteps above.Heavy. Measured. Deliberate.Not Chris.Danie

The apartment went silent after midnight.But none of them slept.Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, assembling a portable surveillance system he borrowed from a contact at the university’s journalism department under the table, unofficial tech. Chris paced near the window, eyes fixed on the opposite high rise, scanning each balcony, each flicker of movement.Ryan sat curled on the couch, arms wrapped around his knees, the glow of the city washing over his pale skin. He hadn’t spoken since the photo arrived. He was too aware of his own breath, his heartbeat, the gaze he could feel crawling over his skin like a thousand tiny needles.“I’m done hiding,” Daniel said. “We set a trap, but this time it’s on our terms. He wants to believe he’s the only one playing the game.”Chris nodded, voice low. “So we’ll give him a show.”Daniel glanced over at Ryan. “You okay to do this?”Ryan’s throat felt dry. But he nodded. “If I don’t fight back now, he’ll never stop.”Chris sat beside him. “We’ll

The hallway felt like it stretched forever quiet, sterile, wrong.Ryan’s breath caught in his throat as he slammed the door shut and backed away from it, locking every bolt with trembling hands. His phone was still on the floor, screen cracked from the fall. His mind screamed call for help, but his body wouldn’t move. Not fast enough.Another sound.The soft tread of footsteps outside.Slow.Deliberate.Ryan grabbed the nearest object a heavy bookend from the shelf and clutched it like a weapon. He didn’t care how ridiculous it looked. He wasn’t going down without fighting.A shadow passed the gap beneath the door.Then silence.UntilTap. Tap. Tap.Knuckles, knocking gently. As if this was normal. As if Adrien was just a friend visiting in the middle of the night.“Ryan,” Adrien’s voice called softly through the door. “Don’t be afraid.”Ryan didn’t respond. He backed deeper into the apartment, heart slamming against his ribs.“I know you’re mad. I know you’re scared. But you let thi