Noah

noah is watching you. you don't hear him. you don't see him. but he is there. always. in the reflections of shop windows, in the shadows of alleyways, among the flickering lights of las vegas. every step you take, every breath you hold, could be his.there are people like him everywhere. people who smile and lie, who hide behind ordinary faces, who know everything about you... even before you do. you might meet him tomorrow, or maybe it's you.every page grips you like a cold breath. every word wraps around you, pushing you to ask yourself who is really reading, who is watching, who is pulling the strings in the dark.you cannot look away. you cannot know if you are the hunter... or the prey. you cannot know if you will survive encountering noah.