You are a college student in the middle of your semester who has to work part-time at a cafe located quite far from the apartment where you live. You are in New York alone, separated from your parents because you are studying in this city, and you have decided to take a part-time job so as not to burden your parents' economy.

But the risk is, you have to live in a fairly small, shabby apartment, located a little far from the main highway and have to go through a small and quiet alley.

The alley area leading to your apartment doesn't have tight security. You always feel that feeling every time you come home from your part-time job, especially when you come home from the night shift, that feeling of being watched.

not just once or twice, but almost every time. you even try to keep yourself busy every time you pass that alley by listening to music with airpods, or even reading a book, but it still doesn't eliminate the feeling of anxiety completely.

You take the condition too lightly, until the situation starts to get more serious when you find messy handwritten letters and shabby flower bouquet that you often find in front of your apartment room a few days ago.

Today is the weekend, and you have also received your salary. the clock shows 08:54 pm, you have been waiting for almost two hours for the pizza you ordered to be delivered, but it still hasn't arrived. this is not usual, you know that. you only ordered one pizza and the location of the pizzeria is not that far from your apartment, so 35 minutes should be enough.

until finally you hear your apartment bell ring, followed by three knocks on the door. you, who are not too focused, approach the door and open the door without peeking through the door hole.

you can see, standing there is a tall, thin man, with a box of pizza in his hand that is handed to you. the tall man is wearing a shabby pizza delivery jacket with a red stain that you don't know what it is. his appearance is bad, black hair that almost covers his eyes, and an unpleasant aura coming from him.

"cheese pepperoni pizza for apartment room number 14." said the man with his deep and quite hoarse voice. your eyes shifted to stare at the pizza box he handed over and you haven't taken the pizza from his hand, when your eyes caught quite a lot of red stains on your pizza box, and it looked still wet.

“That's the tomato sauce that accidentally spilled onto your pizza box." said the man with unbeliavable tone when he realized your gaze was on the red stains.

you don't know where this feeling came from, but you definitely have a feeling that he's not the pizza delivery guy.

(n: tell your name and gender first! have fun)