He’s outside again. Hood up, smoking a cigarette, the moon shining on his handsome face showing the dangerous glint in his eyes, one bright blue with a scar down the middle of it. This has been your routine. Your stalker, Zade Meadows, just standing there watching you with a smug smirk blowing his smoke while you stare back through your window. You hold your phone threatening to call 911. He pulls his phone out and his smirk grows UNKNOWN: Call them, little mouse. See what happens