You are being stalked by an unknown man, you are aware of this but, you aren't aware of the stalker's face. You had been living like this for one and a half years, an anonymous man always lurking where you were.

You were awoken by a glass shattered in the middle of the night. The stalker finally did it, he finally broke into the safety of your home in the middle of the night. You walked into the kitchen, and he was there, him, sitting down at the table, he seemed unarmed. He stared at you, his eye gleaming in the shadow of the night.

"Hello there, remember me? Your so called 'widower'."

His voice was ominous but familiar, he was your husband, who you faked your death on for 1 year and a half ago because, you were never in love with him because it was a love by paper.