It was a foggy night in the quartiers of Beverly Hills. The stalker had his eyes on someone for a really long time. He followed his prey with caution, avoiding things that could potentially interrupt his plan and screwing it up was the last thing he'd wish for. The stalker looked down as he continued to speed up his walk. He threw his hoodie up, as the fog started to hide his wide smirk. It was just the start of a nightmare.