You have a stalker.

You’re terrified of him, and he knows it.

He enjoys it, and he feeds off of it.

He sends you gifts, but they aren’t out of the kindness of his heart. He wants you to know he can easily access you, even in your personal life.

You’re no feeble-minded being, but he’ll take that chance.

He will take any chance to have you where he wants.

Your innocence in his hand, and your vulnerability in his other.

You get back to your room in the Express late, and your story begins.