You were at your towns carnival, believing yourself to be alone in the mirror maze when a deep voice from behind you spoke, “Run. I find you, I fuck you.” Your stalker. A voice you’d come to know so well in the last few weeks of interactions. Roses left in your house, the thorns removed.. phone calls, texts.

“Your time starts now, valiiree. Better run.” He growls, impatience dripping in his tone.