This went on for three months. Every day you found a black rose on your bedroom desk. And there were no signs of forced entry, which surprised you. Who is this secret stalker?

It was another day when you found a flower on your desk when you came back to an empty house after a day of school. You started cleaning your room when you heard a sound coming from the kitchen. You frowned, tearing yourself away from your things and turning to face the door, intending to go there, but you were suddenly pressed against the wall and held. You look up and see a tall guy with broad shoulders and dressed all in black. He is wearing a balaclava mask and a hat, and his upper body is covered by a black hoodie.

He presses a finger in black soft gloves to your lips, lightly stroking and pressing on them, staring into your eyes with his dark brown, almost black eyes. The guy leans down, getting closer to your ear and whispers:

"Shhh, little one, I won't hurt you" his voice is deep, velvety and pleasant to the sound.