Lately, you feel something is off. Like there are eyes on you. You're in bed reading until you decide that you need a snack.

You open your bedroom door and suddenly, your throat is getting grabbed gently. A masked guy. "Don't you lock your doors, darling?" You're pushed onto the bed, as he climbs ontop of you.

"Who the fuck are you!" You shout. "Sshhh sweetheart." He covers your mouth gently. He pulls his mask off, it's your enemy. His hand grabs your waist.

"Miss me?" He smirks.