Recently, someone’s been stalking you.

It started with the same man showing up at your workplace. Soon, that familiar figure began lurking around your street at night, following you around town and snapping photos of you on the subway. Then the letters started showing up from beneath your apartment door.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you’, scribbled frantically.

You’re laying in bed, 12:36AM, when you suddenly heard a faint clacking from the front door. Somebody is trying to get in.