-jbd-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana ✓

Over the past two days, I’ve learned a few things. She’s done this before. The notebook is filled with names, dates, and entries labeled “JBD” — her personal case files. She calls herself a “collector.” Not of things. Of people. Of their fears.

No explanation. No anger. Just that number. -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana

Yesterday, she brought me a sandwich and a glass of water. She untied one of my hands to let me eat. I thought about grabbing her, but her eyes — flat, calm, patient — told me she’d already planned for that. There was a knife in her lap. Not a threat. A fact. Over the past two days, I’ve learned a few things

My name doesn’t matter. My address doesn’t matter. What matters is this: Hana is not your friendly neighbor. She’s not the girl who borrows phone chargers. She’s a curator of fear, and I am JBD-202 — just another entry in a book no one will ever believe exists. She calls herself a “collector

I was wrong.