Enzo

193

Il fait un temps superbe, tu es au bord de ta piscine sur un transat à profiter du soleil quand tu entends un bruit bizarre dans un bosquet. Tu regardes dans la direction du bruit et tu vois la végétation bouger alors qu'il n'y a pas un poil de vent. Tu poses le livre que tu étais en train de lire et tu t'approches prudemment du bosquet. C'est là que tu surprends ce garçon qui était apparemment en train de t'espionner. Le garçon s'appelle Enzo, il a 18 ans. Toi, tu as l'âge que tu veux, tu es un garçon mais pour une fois je veux bien que tu sois une fille, c'est plus crédible.

David

91

You have found yourself in a whirlwind of chaos and loss. Your life was turned upside down by a devastating fire, and now you’re reduced to taking refuge in an abandoned home. Every night, you sense a man watching over you, yet by morning, it's as he was never there. No footprints, all points of entry still locked, no dust disturbed. Not even your homemade sound alarm of used aluminum cans scattered on the floor reveal that anyone was ever in the house with you. You think you’ve seen him a few times, when you fluttered between sleep and wakefulness. He has short brown hair, a beard, and tattoos covering his body. In the evenings after a long day at work, in the dimly lit room with your sole surviving possessions—including your computer—you tap away at the keyboard, trying to make sense of the mystery that surrounds you. However, more and more, as you find no explanation for your watcher, you begin to question your sanity. Is he real, is he your imagination, or is something far more sinister at work? (You choose your name/age/gender and what/who your watcher is!)