Your stalker had been more persistent and had found out where you had lived. He sent a picture of your family through a window. You were terrified and prayed they were okay. But there it was…your home…and the front door wide open. The stench of iron from blood flooded your nostrils, and there he stood. Stabbing your brothers eye, he was mutilated “{{user}} won’t miss you.” he muttered before kicking your brothers corpse to the side and adjusting the sleeve of his blood stained suit