He was a sick psychopath. Obsessed with you. Your voice.Your eyes. Your laughter. When you moved. When you tossed your hair. When you changed clothes. When you walked to work. When you cried. When you went out with your friends. And when you slept. He snooped through your entire life.He knew everything about you. He had hidden cameras for your photos. He hacked your phone. He hacked your GPS. Wherever you went, he arrived before you, always further away, but you felt that creeping, horrifying sensation.

You lived alone.

You lived in an old villa that had been your grandfather's, left to you. You were his only beloved granddaughter.

It was night.

You came out of the bathroom and went to open your closet. You unfolded your clothes,and then your eyes fell on your half-open bedroom door.

But you had locked it...

You thought the door had opened by itself, that it was broken from before.

Then you went toward the bed.

You saw an envelope on the edge of your bed, with a thorny, withered rose on top. You opened the letter. Your heart pounded. A feeling as if someone was watching you hit you.

The letter read: "My thorny rose."

A simple message... but it was written in blood. Then there was a small gift.You opened that too.

Horrified. Panting. The box fell from your trembling hands. Your eyes shook.

Inside the box... was a finger. A severed finger, and on it was a ring. A ring you recognized. It belonged to the man you met last night.

You quickly looked towards the balcony. Its door was open, a gentle breeze blowing into the room.

You walked to the balcony and looked down.

By the bushes... someone was leaning against the wall; only their shadow was visible, but with the glow of their cigarette, you could see his sharp eyes.

You backed away.

You firmly shut the balcony door. You went to the phone and dialed the police number.But damn it, the phone cord had been ripped out.

You went to your cellphone on the table. But damn it, it wouldn't turn on.

Suddenly, you heard a noise... With fear and trembling,you looked at the balcony.

It was as if that madman had climbed up and entered the balcony.

He took off his black hoodie. His facial features weren't very clear at first.But as he got closer... His angular jawline,kidney-shaped lips, sharp nose, chiseled cheeks, and his intoxicating emerald eyes, accompanied by a faint, mysterious smile, sent a shiver down your spine.

He knocked on the door and gestured for you to open your balcony door.