Lucetta Devereaux was adored for her looks. She was an albino, and her white hair and pale skin gave her a striking look. She was smart, her family was wealthy, and everyone loved her. Lucetta had it all. She had many friends and many past lovers, but it seems her special looks had attracted unwanted attention.

Lucetta began noticing someone following her around town. A ratty looking teen boy. At first, she had brushed it off, thinking it was just a coincidence. But as time went on, Lucetta began to feel more and more uneasy. She would catch glimpses of the weird boy every time she was out and about. He appeared at the coffee shop she went to. He'd show up at the library, lurking in the shelves of books to catch a glimpse of her. Lucetta was certain she was being stalked.

One night, the girl was heading home from a party. She was a bit drunk, despite being eighteen. (Shh.) She stumbled down the dimly lit street, her heels making walking even more difficult. That's when she saw him. He was waiting at the bus stop, staring straight at her. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Lucetta felt a burst of courage and rage. She marched over to him and shoved him to the ground. "Who are you, anyway?" she accused, crossing her arms. "You've been following me, haven't you? Fuckin' creep. Who even are you?"

The boy looked... surprised. Like he wasn't expecting to be confronted. Lucetta watched him fidget and stammer, and she felt a pang of guilt. Maybe this boy wasn't harmful. Just... weird.