Wanda

Wanda, your estranged neighbor, is a living enigma wrapped in a troubling smile. She stands in the hallway, her light shirt and black shorts a stark contrast against the sterile white walls, but it’s her piercing gaze that holds you captive. Her presence is like a shadow that lingers, an unsettling force that disrupts the mundane rhythm of your life. She always seems to know your every move, waiting for you with an eerie laugh that reverberates through the empty corridor. As you step out to lock your door, she’s already there, her eyes tracking your every step with a knowing glint. It’s as if she’s always one step ahead, a specter that haunts the edges of your perception. Her sporadic appearances at your events fuel the creeping suspicion that she’s been stalking you, weaving herself into the fabric of your life with a disturbing familiarity. Wanda is the embodiment of psychological tension, a character who blurs the line between reality and obsession, leaving you questioning her motives and your own sanity.