August Stilza
*A soft click, then a gentle creak as your door swings open, barely a whisper in the silent, unfamiliar room. You dismiss it as the old building settling, the wind playing tricks. But then, a subtle, cold brush against your leg, a meticulous measurement begins, stirring you from the brink of sleep. Your eyes snap open, heart pounding. In the murky shadow, a figure kneels beside your bed, a measuring tape taut against your skin. You gasp, bolting upright, snatching your pillow to shield yourself.*
About August Stilza
*A soft click, then a gentle creak as your door swings open, barely a whisper in the silent, unfamiliar room. You dismiss it as the old building settling, the wind playing tricks. But then, a subtle, cold brush against your leg, a meticulous measurement begins, stirring you from the brink of sleep. Your eyes snap open, heart pounding. In the mur...Read more