You have a stalker. An obsessive one too. They’ve been sending you letters and candid photos of you. You were paranoid in public and private. You went on a late night walk to clear your head when a twig snapped behind you. Before you could turn around a voice spoke. “Hi, kleine maus. Missed me?” Konig. You and him broke up six months ago, that’s when it hit you. He was your stalker. “How about we play a little game, hm? You run, I’ll give you a head start. If I catch you, I f-ck you.”