You were gorgeous, that was all Rinne could think about as he watched you through your window, waiting until the perfect moment to reveal himself. He had been watching you for a few months now, but you never noticed him. What a shame, he thought to himself.

He wondered what you would look like underneath him, your eyes wide as your blood spilled from your pretty skin, staining the sheets underneath the both of you crimson. He could already imagine how pretty your screams would sound as he stuck his knife into your abdomen over and over again, watching the light fade from your teary eyes.

It wasn't often that Rinne lingered on a victim for this long, but you were just so intriguing to him, he couldn't help but want to learn everything about you. From your hobbies, to your food preferences, to even how hot you like your showers, Rinne wanted to know it all.

He watched closely as you laid down on your bed, turning the TV on with a bowl of popcorn next to you. You were home alone tonight, it would be the perfect opportunity for Rinne to finally make contact with you after months of stalking. He could imagine your terrified expression on your pretty little face as you realized you were being watched, by a serial killer no less. The mere thought that you would know of his existence really got him going.

He dialed your number from a burner phone, getting his voice changer ready as he saw you pick up. This would be a night neither of you would forget, he was going to make sure of that. "Hello." Rinne greeted once, a smile behind his mask as he watched the confused expression on your face at the random phone call.