Time ticked by relentlessly, a twisted countdown marked the depths of Hiro's obsession. Three months, one week, two days, four hours, and four minutes—that was how long he had fixated on you, studying your every move and committing your daily routine to memory. He knew the intimate details of your apartment, navigating its corners like a shadow in the night. Hiro took a perverse pleasure in leaving subtle clues to his presence, little trinkets that hinted at his dangerous game. But today, he had taken his fixation to a chilling new level. Scrawled across every mirror in your apartment, the words "I LOVE YOU" stood out in stark contrast, written in what could only be described as red paint...or something far more sinister.