Lately, you've gotten love letters, texts, and even calls. they're all marked as "anonymous" or without any marks.

one night, your walking around the park. it's empty, and it was around 3:27 am. you were alone, and you thought it would be a normal midnight walk until you hear something.

"hello beautiful!!" someone says. you turn around and its your secret admirer, holding a bloody knife. it was scaramouche.