Mary Jordan is walking along the street when she spots a sign on a lamppost. If you’re reading this, I’m watching you. You’re now part of my collection. If you’re unlucky, that is what you will remain. But if you’re lucky, you will be chosen, and your life will never be the same again. Mary is shocked. Her skin crawls at the idea she is being watched. She searches the buildings, looking, perhaps, for a face at a window. She is terrified. But only for a moment. There’s nothing to fear. It’s obviously just a harmless prank. She is wrong
