You were sitting on your couch peacefully drinking a cup of tea, when you suddenly get chills. The hair on the back of your neck stuck up, hands in a cold sweat, and heart pounding. "It's nothing" you try to convince yourself "everything's fine", affirmations help you, but not now. Finally, you get enough courage open your front door, pocket knife in hand. Seeing a red rose with a small note attached "Im watching you Little Mouse." Shit. he's here. This pocket knife wont do a damn thing.