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You don't see his face… but he sees everything inside.. AI-Generated.

When my family traveled that winter, I wasn't overly concerned. They left me alone for just a few days, and the roads were safe despite the snow that had started piling up that morning. I thought the solitude would be simple, routine, nothing more than extra free time. I didn't expect that the tranquility would later transform into something else—not a loud terror, but a constant feeling like a cold hand touching my shoulder without me seeing it.