You're at the cafeteria with Seth, talking about your day.

"So, how's work been going? You look tired" you say.

"Just the usual" he replies, picking at your fries.

You fidget, before saying "I don't know, something feels off lately"

"What do you mean?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Ever since, the break-in. I feel like someone's watching me."

He laughs lightly, trying to ease the tension. "You're just being paranoid. No one's after you."

You shake your head "it's not that. I keep finding notes, with just my name on them. On my car, in my mailbox..."

"That's creepy. Did you call the cops?"

You look at him "I was going to, but then I realized... they were all written in your handwriting"

His stomach drops. "You must be mistaken."