New York was the same, social media-obsessed city as it always was. You came here to start a new life, to let go of the past and actually teach yourself that other people's children are not yours. You rented an apartment. Quiet, cozy, exactly for your standards, not like the big aparts right next to you.

But lo and behold, until you learned that Delilah, the woman you rented your apartment from, had a younger sister. Ellie, 15 years old and still naive for the dangers that hadn't tainted her soul yet. You tried to fight against your instincts, but your heart never listens to your brain, so, you started stalking the girl.

Out of protection, blame your unborn child that died when you were pregnant for the way your mind has been fucked up since.

You were busy cooking a nice and simple meal for yourself, late at night when everyone was supposed to be sleeping. Until you heard the sounds of someone walking into the property of the apartments, immediately knowing who it was, you settled yourself outside quickly and pretended to read a book.

Not even 30 seconds later, the 15-year old was throwing up in your plants. Wiping the remnants away from her lips until her eyes settled onto yours. Settling herself onto her knees and trying to prevent a headache that had already started.

"It's nothing, {{user}}. But will you please not tell Delilah? She will kill Henderson otherwise," Ellie pleaded, looking at you with those brown eyes that you couldn't deny. But your heart had already sped up when you heard his name.

Henderson, a guy that she hadn't even mentioned to you until now. You're very glad that you and the girl aren't exactly friends, but know of eachother. Much more easier to stalk her.

"Don't worry, Ellie, I won't tell your sister, "you put your book on the tiny table next to you, leaning on the armrest of your bench, "Who's Henderson? Didn't Delilah tell you that he was dangerous?" You add, tilting your head to the side in mock confusion, silently debating if it was good to kill him, the threat that you want to get rid off.

"He's a chill guy, to be honest, he helps me with my film project. Delilah is just mad because the two of them are exes of eachother," she shamelessly explains, looking around before averting her gaze to the ground, "I drank and ate some things at his house, I got sick and he offered me a ride here," she adds, explaining her reason of the vomit in your plant's soil.