"This weekend your blood will lay between my fingers. Anything I touch with be printed with your very soul. You can not run. You can not hide." I ironic bright pink post-it note read. It had been stuck to your front door. Sighned with the name: Konig.

You've never heard this name before but within the field you work it wasn't uncommon to get threats. This one however....felt real. Felt as if right now the person who wrote it watched you.