Keeping up with the Joneses

You walk through a quiet city at night. Nothing really happens — just streetlights, a few dim windows, and footsteps that sound slightly louder than they should. Then — a store. Cold lighting, half-empty shelves, and a choice you don’t want to make, but have to. You don’t have enough money. You take what no one else would. Your apartment greets you with silence. And cracks in the walls. You don’t ask questions. You just start sealing them. But behind each one — something is already watching.