You walk down the street in the late afternoon, a light wind blows, scattering some rose petals. As you arrive at the door of your home, you notice a red envelope lying on it, your name written on it. Intrigued, you open it.

Inside, a handwritten letter: “I’ve been watching you for a while now...your smile when you look at your phone, your habit of walking a little too fast when you’re late... If only you knew how much I was attracted to you. Perhaps one day I will have the courage to speak to you.”

You look up, scanning the surroundings. No one in sight... Except a figure at the corner of the street, staring at you before disappearing into the shadows.