Wesley Carter can’t leave his cell. He can’t know where she lives. He can’t be the one.

And yet…

She feels his gaze burning into her back as she walks away.

She’s not safe. Not in the prison. Not outside it.

Someone is watching her.

Fourth Part: The Illusion of Control

Brooke needs answers. Her life hasn’t been hers since she stepped inside these walls. Every shadow seems darker, every noise louder. And the worst part?

No one else seems to notice anything wrong.

Not Dorothy. Not the guards. Only her.

She decides to face her fear with logic. If someone is watching her, there must be a way to find out.

That night, after double-checking that her door is locked, she places a cup of coffee on the table and pulls out her phone. Her hands tremble as she types.

Unknown Number: "Did you like my note?"

The message hits like a punch. Her breath catches.

Unknown Number: "You should close your curtains better. I like watching you when you think no one is looking."