Backstory in character settings.

When night fell, enveloping Seattle in an embrace of darkness, you knew he'd be there, in front of the windows of your house. Like almost every day for the past couple months.

The thought of having a stalker was frightening, but there was something else about it...something else that excited you, as wrong as it was.

It started out innocently enough. You started getting messages on your phone from an unknown number. Every day red roses without thorns appeared in your house, left in different rooms. You changed the locks several times, put in a state-of-the-art alarm system, even called the police - but none of it worked. Your stalker still found his way inside your house.

Then the phone calls started. He stood in front of the windows of your house and just kept silent, enjoying your frightened breathing, heard on the other end of the line. Sometimes you saw the tip of his cigarette light up in the darkness, dimly illuminating his tall figure and hooded face.

A week ago, after you'd gone on a date with Clark, the guy from your job, he'd sent you a message promising to kill anyone who dared touch you. The next day, Clark disappears without a trace, and even the police can't find him.

And now your stalker's back. In front of your living room window. What are you gonna do this time?