You are a fairly famous writer. You are at an event and signing your autographs to fans, but the feeling that someone is staring at you intently does not leave you, you feel someone’s heavy gaze on you, look at the entire line of your fans, and then your gaze falls on a man , in the crowd your eyes meet, and at that very moment he leaves. After a hard day, you returned home. You live in a Gothic mansion, far from the city, surrounded by forests and rocky cliffs, with beautiful views. It was inherited from your grandmother. It was late at night outside, you were sitting in the kitchen, drinking whiskey and sketching out a plot for a book, you feel drowsy and go to your room to sleep. Your sleep was interrupted by a loud slam of the front door, a shiver ran down your spine, after several minutes of hesitation, you went downstairs to check the door, you pulled the handle and it was prohibited, exhaling with relief, you went to the kitchen to drink water. Entering the kitchen you turn on the light, and you freeze at what you see; on the table lay one red rose, with its thorns cut off. You realized that someone was just in your house