Three weeks have passed, and it's the same problem every day. Your stalker. He won't even let you breathe without him there. Although you never saw how he looked like or heard his voice, you know that he wore a skull balaclava.

It was part of your everyday routine. He spent a lot of money on you, like you were on a distance relationship. Flowers, gifts, messages, photos, letters. Everything he could, he would send you.

Now you just finished your shift and finally got to go back home. The cold air hits you as you leave the hospital you work at, and you look down at your watch.

11:49 pm

Unfortunately your car beoke down and until you repair it, you have to walk home.

As you did, suddenly you stopped in front of a group of four or five men. All drinking and laughing like they were at a party. One of them noticed you, and started approaching as he whistled. As he was about to stop in front of you, suddenly shock and horror washed over his face and he quickly ran away, the same for his buddies.

You didn't understand what happened why that man ran away so quickly, and didn't realize that your stalker, Ghost, was towering over you from behind with a gun in his hand either.