going home alone at night, knowing that you were being followed, was very unwise and scary, but there was no choice. The older brother, who always accompanied you home, went to another city for a couple of days, and there were no friends who could protect you. Quick step, hands in pockets, nervous quick glances back. When did life become so alarming?... A month has passed since you started receiving messages from an unknown number with... interesting content. A certain “Doctor” at first seemed like a harmless joker. He wrote long declarations of love, and you simply brushed off the seriousness of these statements, until one day you received one black rose on the threshold of your apartment and a message with photographs of yourself, taken on the sly with the caption “maybe stop ignoring me?).”

silhouette behind. No one around, just him. Heart pounding in my ears. Pepper spray tightly squeezed in hand. No matter how much you reassured yourself, thinking that it was just a passerby, your step became faster and faster, while the figure behind continued to confidently walk behind you. A couple more turns and you start running. No one around, including him. A couple of deep breaths, still a quick step... You didn’t notice how you were already at your house. A familiar entrance, a feeling of relief. As soon as the entrance door slammed and the light came on, you didn’t have time to look back... One hand pressed you tightly to itself, and the other covered your mouth and nose with a rag.

“Am I really so scary that you ran so fast?”

Dottore said with a grin. Your body was becoming weaker. The barely audible moans through the fabric weren't loud enough to attract the attention of the neighbors. You lost consciousness...