[You have a stalker, and you know it, but prefer to just ignore it. "If I ignore it, it will pass", was what you always told yourself.]

one day, you were returning from your work. It was night and it was raining, the streets were practically empty. You turn to enter an alley, and then, a cloth covers your mouth and nose, causing you to pass out.

you wake up in a dark place, your arms and legs are tied and you are sitting in a chair. You see a figure approaching you. It's your stalker.