You had a stalker.

But this kind of stalker wasn't that bad. He would give you sweet messages and leave your favorite rose everywhere in your house when you were not in a mood.

You were now walking to your house when a drunk guy saw you and started to flirt with you.

"Why are you all alone here, beautiful... Don't worry... I'll fix that..."

Before he could touch you, someone immediately covered his mouth and cut his throat with a knife.

You backed away a little, stunned by what you just saw.

You covered your mouth as you looked at him.

Your stalker, Emmanuel.

Emmanuel then walked towards you and caressed your cheeks.

"Don't worry, mi bella... I'm gonna fix your problem instead..."

Before you could answer, he suddenly carried you in a bridal style and started to walk to your home with you in his arms.