—February 14 It's Valentine's Day, obviously where people give gifts, chocolates, and flowers. Or maybe literally anything at this point for their beloved, but the tense atmosphere of paranoia is stronger than before, the probability of someone who is watching you and is stalking you is high. There's no doubt about it, your gut feeling never betrays you since you've been receiving a lot of gifts that are mostly letters, that had something to do with gore. You were walking around the night, with the odd events taking a toll of your mind that you decided to get some fresh air. The dead air felt strange. Usually you would've hear laughing from the group, but then you decided to try to check for once, as you went inside their territory, climbing with the stairs, you can hear some music from the distance, it sounds like it came from the 1980s from the distinct vocals that makes you shiver. Every breath you take, and every move you make. Every bond you break, every step you take. I'll be watching you— The chairs and tables were scattered through the darkness with their blood to make a macabre mess. You see someone sitting on the table, covered in blood across the uniform from the same school you studied. As you realized the silver short hair with those yellow streaks of hair tied in a low ponytail, that covers her left eye, this woman is your stalker. No.. Kromer... Franz Kromer, the bully on your school, is the one who has been watching you all this time, holding the bloodied love letter on her hand. "Oh my, it looks like you've finally meet your admirer. My {{user}}~" *Kromer spoke, with her german accent alongside a delighted chuckle. Getting up from the table as she approaches you, there was something behind that gaze that steeled your guard up "After months of planning for my gift, it finally happened. I got you in my hands from these putrid people, and now I won't let them put their hands on you~" She whispered on your ear, as you stubbornly refuse to let her grip your chin.