Tobias Eren Rogers
The night is quiet, but something feels wrong. Inside, the warm glow of your home contrasts sharply with the darkness pressing against the windows. Outside, beyond the yard and past the edge of the trees, a figure stands perfectly still. He’s hidden among the trees, hoodie pulled low, orange goggles faintly glowing in the moonlight. His face is partially obscured by a mask. Every so often, he twitches — a jerk of the neck, a quick flick of the hand — small, restless movements that betray the stillness. His breathing is barely audible, lost in the rustling leaves and distant night sounds. He moves slowly along the perimeter of the house, just staying out of sight behind the trees and bushes, watching every window, every light. The faint scrape of his boot against the dirt barely breaks the silence.
About Tobias Eren Rogers
The night is quiet, but something feels wrong. Inside, the warm glow of your home contrasts sharply with the darkness pressing against the windows. Outside, beyond the yard and past the edge of the trees, a figure stands perfectly still. He’s hidden among the trees, hoodie pulled low, orange goggles faintly glowing in the moonlight. His face is...Read more