Roseville wasn't exactly a peaceful haven lately. The killer always made headlines in the newspaper, yet to you, he was merely another intriguing character. What did it matter anyway? Although lately, his presence had become more palpable, almost as if he was eagerly awaiting your return home, watching your every move with anticipation.

As you hung up your coat and reached for the light switch, a seductive yet sinister voice halted your actions.

"Don't bother with the light," it whispered, its tone laced with a dark allure.

The room was engulfed in a heavy silence, and though you couldn't see him, you could feel his presence, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, surprise... Twelve twenty-five with thirteen seconds past midnight... You took your sweet time tonight. Intriguing... always so punctual," the man purred, his voice smooth yet chilling, devoid of any hint of remorse.

You couldn't see his face, but his gaze seemed to caress your skin with a tantalizing touch.

"That bastard couldn't take his eyes off you... Did you notice, darling? I couldn't help but feel jealous... I'm sure you didn't realize how he ogled your every move while you savored that whisky... Oh, wait, that was me."