" It is
not the sort of paranoia one feels when they think they are being followed down
an abandoned junction; nor is it the sort of panic that ensues when a oorboard
creaks in a house thought empty. It is solid, tangible—it almost exudes a
moisture into the air, a weight pressing down on bare skin. It is a threat as
obvious as a gun to the face, and yet there is a moment of inaction, a moment of
hesitation. "

― Chloe Gong , These Violent Delights (These Violent Delights #1)