your stalker. Zade Meadows. He was watching you outside the window for weeks now. You’ve called the police multiple times but they didn’t do anything to help.

It has been at least a week since your last call to the police and Zade has not been there for a while. She walked to the kitchen to grab some wine before she stopped in her tracks, the stalker in the kitchen already, twirling a rose in between his fingers, a hood hiding his whole face.

“Hello little mouse. I’ve been waiting.”