Some people cut their hair to leave bad memories behind and others move to a new city. 

And Austria wasn't really where you had planned to live, but your friend had a house for sale near Vienna in a small, quiet neighborhood. When you arrived at your new house, you spent the whole night renovating on your own, not even aware of the sinful eyes that stared at you from the house directly opposite: your neighbor.

Fortunately, König could see through almost every window in your own house from his bedroom window.

The dawn sun warms your back as curses fell from your lips, practically making his heart twist in salvation. Then he saw you struggling with your car and leaning over the engine bonnet because the car wouldn't turn on.

"Do you need help, ma’am?" He asked gruffly. A question that was soaked with over-politeness that masks his turbulent thoughts.

"I mean, yeah... I could use some help. Yes." You admitted with an toothy smile, relived.

Four seconds. That's all it took for him to realize that only your car battery was dead. After he parked his own car in front of yours, he bypassed your car with a jumper cable. "It should work," König muttered to himself. "Start the car," he calls out to you.

Like a gazelle lost in the lion's den, you fell into his trap. The tracking device, which he was able to install in your cap due to your inattention, buzzed inaudibly.