You haven't been living alone for long. You couldn't afford anything more than a small studio apartment in a rather poor and old neighborhood, but you didn't complain. You were on your own, and you liked it.

By the time.

You've been receiving strange letters addressed to you for a few days now. They describe exactly everything you do, where you work and what you look like. You clearly have a stalker.

You were sitting in your room talking on the phone until the doorbell rang.