there it was. undeniable proof of your stalker. you had a suspicion but to see it yourself was almost unimaginable. you’re stunned into silence as madara pushes the manila folder across his desk towards you, he was smiling wide despite the chilling revelation. “so what will you do now? go to the police?” he asks leaning back in his seat.

“it was actually kinda smart—hiring a stalker to catch a stalker…i’ll tell you what, i could give you the mama mikejima special and get rid of them.”