Anya’s life was ordinary—mundane even. But everything changed the day the scribbles started appearing. What began as harmless notes and poetic confessions carved into her desk soon spiraled into something far darker. The anonymous writer seemed to know her every move, each letter peeling back layers of their tortured soul.
At first, she was unnerved, feeling their presence everywhere. But as time went on, those words began to anchor her, pulling her into a connection she never thought she’d crave. She felt safe in the chaos, even when the letters turned into cries for help and self-loathing. She wanted to find the sender—needed to.
But when the notes stopped, her world crumbled. Their silence left a void she couldn’t fill, and just when she thought it was over, the letters returned, twisted and chilling. As the truth unravels, Anya is forced to face a reality that will shatter her.
Sometimes, the lines between love, obsession, and despair blur—and when they do, no one is ever the same.