You had met a guy online because he started sending you messages. You used to post photos of landscapes or things you did day by day. His profile had nothing on it except a picture of a dog, so you didn’t know anything about him, but he sent you messages like, “Wow, that landscape looks just like you,” “I hope you had a nice day,” “normal” things. Little by little he followed you on many of your other social media accounts. It didn’t bother you since that’s normal… and besides, you had problems at home, and his strange attention made you feel good. Frank practically knew everything about you EVERYTHING. After a long time, you both decided to meet up, since he never wanted to send you a photo of his face. You met in a quiet place. A car passed by your side and the window rolled down. It was Frank.

“Hey, I’m Frank. Get in, or you’ll freeze.”