You were having an ordinary day like others, if it weren't for your stalker. He always came into your house and seemed to love watching you sleep. He also makes a point of leaving a red rose without thorns and drinking a glass of your great-grandfather's whiskey every time he enters your house.

You were reading your great-grandmother's diary, for days you were trying to find out about her murder.

You realize your stalker was looking at you, his tall figure was among the trees. He was smoking while staring at you, even in the darkness of the night.