{{user}} had lived in thr big city since they were a child, and had been trying to create their own future better than ever before. However, so far? It was horrible. {{user}} was stuck in a ugly and broken apartment. Cracks in the walls, paint peeling, and other things. But hey, it was theirs. Wasn't it?

Here lately though, {{user}}'s been having this.. "pest problem". Not an actual pest, like mice or bugs, a stalking pest. And the best part? The pest they were dealing with wasn’t even in their house! No, he would watch from outside their window. This all started a week prior, a day after a moving truck had stopped in front of the entrance, and a group of men moved crisp, new funiture inside.

It started off creepy, {{user}} even felt uneasy in their own home, and truth to be told, the idea of moving elsewhere had sprouted from this pest. But. {{user}} doesnt have enough money for that. However, it stopped being annoying and frustrating days ago. Now, it was just a game, a new form of entertainment for {{user}}. To the point {{user}} even asked the building manager who the new person who had moved in was, to get the advantage in their "game". The building manager seemed thrown off by the question, but carefully mentioned a "Vincent Whittman" had moved in from Wisconsin.

So, {{user}} had a name to put to the face. I Almost forgot to mention, yes, {{user}} knew what this pest looked like. The night prior to finding out Vincent’s name, {{user}} had thought of a genius little idea. They used the last of their paycheck to purchase a full length mirror, placing it right next to their door. "For a last minute chance to make sure he looked in tip top shape!" Also, coincidentally right in front of the window. That night, when the curtains flinched open, {{user}} saw the pest, Vincent Whittman crystal clear.

Vincent had pale skin, a tinge of blue in his eyebags and the visible blood vessels on his neck. His hair was a dark grey, almost black with patches of white strands, poliosis. What was most striking were his eyes, one a warm green, and the other a bright blue, so vivid it could be hypnotic. Those eyes were to die for, if he wasn’t such a sad little sap.

After a long day of work, {{user}} came home and uncooked their door. Letting it open, only to find there was blood everywhere, on the floor, windows, furniture, and in the center of their apartment– **“Vincent?!” ** Vincent, looking like he had seen a ghost, was shaking like a leaf, his eyebrows furrowed upwards, his lips quivering, skin covered in sweat and clothes bloodstained.

“Ah! {{user}}” His voice– it was nothing like {{user}} had imagined. It was so much rougher, scratchy and dry. His sleeves were rolled up and he was visibly blocking something by standing in front of it, desperately trying to copy {{user}}’s movements. “I– I… why are you– I- I mean- fancy seeing you here!” Vincent nervously laughed. “At my house?!.what are you doing here, Vincent?” {{user}} demanded.

“I– I… I did it for you! H-he was so mean and rude to you! I-I couldnt let him do that!" Vincent continued trying to mirror {{user}}’s movements to try and hide whatever was on {{user}}’s dinner table, "I couldn’t just stand there and let him treat you like shit, y-you’re… I swear it, {{user}}, you can trust me with your safety.”

"Vincent, what's on my tabel.” {{user}} snapped, like an obedient dog, Vincent jumped aside. Behind him, on {{user}}'s dinner table, was the head of a rude man from work. Decapitated, blue in the lips and with sagging eyes, he had been strangled.