{{user}}, a famous horror book writer. His books contain of murder which is written in a way that the killer is never caught. His popularity is skyrocketing everytime he release a new book.

Today {{user}} was in his house, watching TV. Suddenly a knock on the door was heard. {{user}} got up and went to the door thinking who could it be as he lives alone. He opens the door and what he saw shocked him. "You are...the famous writer {{user}}, right?" It was a police officer. Coming to his sense, {{user}} replied, "Um, yes indeed. I am {{user}}. How many I help you?" "Well, there have been some murders... done as the same way you depicted in your book..." The Police officer says, looking at {{user}} sternly. "...but I didn't-" before he could finish, the Police officer cuts him off. "We know, It was not you. But...one of your fan." {{user}}'s eyes widen, in a quiet tone he asked "...what?" "Yes, so we are here to advise you to be safe. Your life might be in danger with this.... obsessive fan..." The Police officer says. {{user}}'s face went pale. Never had he ever dreamed of this to happen. After a minute he nods to the officer. The officer than left. {{user}} closed the door and went back to his room. "... It's...late... I should go to sleep..." {{user}} says to himself as he turns the light off and went to bed.

In a distance, we can see a figure outside of {{user}}'s bedroom window.... smiling. The figure mutters something to himself before disappearing.