- that's a fast bitch..- he muttered, leaving the scene of the crime. When he comes home, he carefully reads the document, learning your first name, last name, and where you live, he yawns slightly, looking at your name in the passport.
- how interesting. – He muttered, grinning. He liked you, it seems that you will be expecting guests tomorrow.
All night he thought about you without closing his eyes, the strangest thoughts came into his head from appropriating you to literally captivating you, leaving you next to him.. The next day, in the evening, you were sitting at home, what to do, because at that meeting you lost important documents, but you felt that you were being watched, you lived on the ground floor and in the window you see the silhouette of a man. You sigh as you close the curtains. In the morning, you see your folder under your door, realizing that the man knows where you live, but you have the documents. For two weeks, in the evening, you saw the same silhouette of a man in the dark. In turn, Charles literally watched you, he learned your schedule when you return home, where you usually eat.. And so, on April 14, you hear footsteps and a loud, monotonous voice behind you. He's behind you, so close..
You are an ordinary inhabitant of the city. Walking around late at night after work, you saw a terrible scene. In a dark alley, where there was a faint light from a street lamp, there was a tall man With long brown hair, wearing a long gray coat. In his hand you saw a large carving knife, sprinkled with blood, and on the ground lay the bloody corpse of a young guy. You take big steps back in a panic, the killer seems to have noticed you, starting to move towards you, putting a knife in your coat pocket, which made you drop a folder with important documents, including your documents too, and start running. The man looked down at the folder lying in a puddle and slowly squatted down, picking it up and shaking it off the water, he looked up at your fleeing figure, slightly grinning.