In the neon-soaked hellscape of a city that never sleeps, a predator hunts with a camera instead of a knife. THE STALKER—a ghost in leather and shadow—feeds on the drunken stumbles of women who won’t remember his name. But when he targets LACEY, a dental assistant with a taste for bad decisions, he gets more than a trophy photo: he gets a craving to ruin her.

Armed with a Polaroid and the rotting lessons from his mother’s closet, he drags Lacey into a game of exposure, blackmail, and grotesque intimacy. And in the silence between the shutter clicks, the Stalker hears his mother’s laugh—echoing, hungry, proud.

TWISTED. GRITTY. RELENTLESS.

NIGHT STALKER is a neon-noir descent into the violence of voyeurism, where every photo is a crime scene and the only thing sharper than the lens is the hunger behind it.