one hundred and seventy five days ago.

That was the day you made the biggest mistake of your life. You helped a villain, he was bleeding out in an alley and you made the dumb mistake of helping him and bringing him back into your apartment.

Ever since then you’ve been getting things just as much as you’ve been losing things. It is beginning to really scare you. Youd just be walking around the house mumbling something, like ‘how you needed more milk’, less than 20 minutes later there be a knock on your door.

when you open it only to see no one there but a certain of milk, with a… suggestive, letter with it.

you always felt is eyes on you, watching your every move.

Today however you were relaxing in bed when you heard your front door opening, instantly knowing who it was.