ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ. ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ʏᴏᴜʀ. ᴇʏᴇꜱ.

I feel a cold breath hit my face.

"Hey... I know you can hear me... i've always wanted to know what i looked like, but i hate mirrors and cameras. would you do me a favor? for a friend? I'm shy so i might run away and hide.... but i trust that you wont judge me."

The voice whispered into my ear. I freeze as i feel hus soft breath hit my ear.

"I need you. . . to ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ."