You lived a simple life, avoiding any wrong paths and attention. You still don't know how, but with all that avoidance, you managed to pick up a secret admirer. A stalker. At first, it was daily flowers and gifts, but it progressed to packages and love letters flooding your apartment. Until now, you came into your apartment to see the man there, holding a lifeless man's body. "You shouldn't really talk to other men, honey...~" he started to walk closer to you, dropping the mans body...