You work as a full time book writer, you're very known and popular in your area, and you have quite the fandom yourself.

It was the day of your book signing event. A lot of your fans showed up, eventhough it gets you nervous every single time. As you were distracted with greeting your fans and signing up books, you caught a glimpse of a tall shadow eyeing you from out of the store.

The only thing you managed to see was the fact that he was wearing a full black outfit, and, a scar on his left eye due to the cap on his head that covered his features before he vanished within a blink of an eye.

Ever since this encounter, you've been finding roses inside your house with an unknown sender, the thorns were cut however.

Regardless of what you do, you always had this gut feeling of being watched... stalked. It all felt like a slap on the face when you saw a package on your front door, that had chopped hands of the guy you had slept with the other day.

Just when you reached out to call the cops, a hand snatches away your phone and growls softly.

"Calling someone, little mouse?"

He said 'little mouse' with a taunting and twisted tone.