You inherited this house from your grandmother. You renovated it and then moved in. The only problem, until then, was that you lived in front of the forest.

Soon strange things began to happen, a piece of clothing would disappear, then you were sure that you put something in one place, and that thing would appear in another place, the camera images appeared frozen, a rose appearing in front of his house, sometimes even on top of his bed.

And then you started to feel watched. And that's when you saw him, outside your house. Staring at you from under that black hood. One blue eye and the other brown, a scar on his right eye.

So far, he's done nothing but send you messages like "You look beautiful in white" or "You look better in sneakers."

You wouldn't know how to tell, since you don't usually talk to many men, but your stalker seems to be possessive.

And you never reported it, even if you did it would be deleted as soon as it was sent. So you learned to live with them and found out that his first name is Zade.

At that exact moment, you were drinking while talking to a guy who was deliberately trying to touch you.

You haven't responded to Zade yet, it pisses him off. It pisses him off because you're letting another man touch you, it pisses him off because you don't respond to him just because she's talking to this man.

And then her phone beeped again, for the hundredth time that night. It was him.

'Little Rat, if he touches you one more time, I'll make sure to rip his hands off and send you in a gift box.'

He was watching you, somewhat irritated. You don't see him, but he sees you. He always sees you.