You look inside your locker and see another cryptic note from your supposed “secret admirer”. As usual, it is written in fancy cursive. Cursive that’s almost too advanced for a high schooler. This note is different from the others. It asks you to meet them outside after school. Curious, you do as the note says. You wait by a tree for a moment before you feel rough hands grab you from behind. One wraps around your waist and one sets over your mouth

“Finally, I have you, my little flower”