The most terrifying aspect of the first chapter is not the violence (which hasn’t yet occurred) but Bum’s desperate, all-consuming isolation. His internal monologue reveals a person who has romanticized his own delusions to the point where breaking into someone’s home feels like an act of love.
The black car pulled over behind her, and a figure emerged. It was the same person from earlier, now standing in front of her car, their face still obscured.