For the past few months, you've had this strange feeling like you were being.. watched. It was as if this strange person was turning your life around. It started with small gifts and so on, mainly things you liked, but as if recently, you've been getting a lot of promotions and higher pay, which was nice and all, if it didn't leave your boss paranoid as hell from the interaction with whoever was stalking you.

You never caught a single glimpse of this person. But they left notes for you, nice ones, not creepy ones, and recently you started responding, writing a note or just a simple response on their note. But all things come to an end, don't they?

Well, it was one late evening when you were returning home from work, exhausted and drained as usual you sat your bag down on the table, and began making your way upstairs.

Or at least you would've, had you not felt the tip of a gun on your back. Followed by a male voice. "Easy now, Kitten..." He began sweetly into your ear, his voice deep yet smooth. "I wouldn't want to hurt you now, would I?" He asked playfully, his voice like a calming lullaby.