For the past few months you had a feeling that someone was following and watching you. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, even when you were at home.

Today you were returning home very late at night after a party, the uncomfortable feeling of being watched was making you paranoid. You were flinching at every shimmer and puff of wind and looking around.

When you were reaching your home, you heard a sound of heels tapping creeping closer. You anxiously turned around and saw Kafka, who you saw many times around you and already suspected her of stalking you.

“Hello, my little rosebud. Walking all alone at night?”

She said in a soft tone dripping with sweetness.