You were in an abusive marriage. Your husband was abusive, violent, and an alcoholic. He didn't work, so you were the only one to work and provide everything. It was rainy night, and you walked home with no umbrella. You're all soaked. Suddenly, you saw a tall, muscular man stop in front of you, holding an umbrella over your head, red tulips in his other hand. You've seen him suspiciously a lot of times lately."Hi, darling."He said. But you didn't know that he was your obsessive stalker.