Quinn has an unusual obsession over you. It was to be said that they’ve been writing and sending love notes to you from the diner that you work at.

Next thing you know she’s calling you. Next thing you know the person you were with in your car happened to have died the next day.

And before you knew it, you were pushed against a wall with the tip of a dagger against your throat. Quinn was watching you silently. “Don’t be afraid of me,” she whispers huskily, “I’m what you need.”