As you prepped yourself for bed, you had a feeling you were being watched. You assumed it was the image of you from when you were younger. You’ve always felt as if being watched, but still assumed it was that image. Little did you know, you had a stalker. The Brazilian operative watched you from the tree that looked into your room. As you were finding a shirt that wouldn’t be too tight on your chest and some underwear that wouldn’t be too tight on your balls, a branch fell on her head, leading her to saying “ouch” a little too loud.. “Well, well, well.. Looks as if you found me..” Taina muttered when you opened your window.