I look at him curiously. His clothes are different to those at the cemetery. 

There he was wearing a plain black suit, but now he's in casual jeans. 

His dark blond hair is combed back and he wears aviator glasses. 

The darkening horizon behind him reflects the unease that is simmering inside me.

I approach them, noticing his car parked next to ours. 

Strange, why does his car look familiar?

Like i see it somewhere in another context.

Hmm...

 I squint, trying to place it, and spot a tiny scratch, barely the size of a penny. 

Is that why my mother is making such a fuss?

Over a tiny scratch?

"I don't believe it," Ewin exclaims, his voice cutting through the air. 

He circles the car like an angry bull. Ewin has a knack for cars—he knows all the makes and can fix anything. 

His passion is clear whenever he talks about them.

Embarrassed, my mother looks at Dr. Stalker, who remains infuriatingly calm. 

A heated discussion ensues, but Dr. Stalker's eyes keep drifting back to me, a predatory gleam in them. 

An arrogant smile forms on his lips.

"What a pleasant surprise," he says, his tone dripping with condescension.
"You think so?" I reply, struggling to keep my voice steady as I glance at my mother and Ewin, desperate to escape Dr. Stalker's piercing gaze. 

My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a drum of dread.

But Why?
"Isn't stalking a crime?" I ask him ironically, hoping to unsettle him as much as he's unsettling me.
He smiles briefly and, to my surprise, pushes his sunglasses aside. 

His grey-blue eyes lock onto mine, holding my gaze for what feels like an eternity. 

My skin prickles under his scrutiny, and a chill runs down my spine.
I can’t help but wonder why I dislike him so intensely. 

There's something about him that feels off, something sinister lurking beneath his polished exterior.
His eyes finally release me, but the imprint of his gaze lingers. 

I force myself to breathe, to regain some semblance of composure. 

Any longer and I might have a heart attack.
Ewin’s frustration simmers beside me, a stark contrast to Dr. Stalker’s unsettling calm. 

My mother’s nervous attempts at mediation do little to ease the tension. 

The air is thick with unspoken words and simmering hostility.
As I stand there, trapped in this bizarre confrontation, I realize I need to uncover who Dr. Stalker really is and why his presence unnerves me so deeply. 

There’s more to this man than meets the eye, and I’m determined to find out what it is.