there was a killer on the loose. He had been on the run for many months leaving no trace behind. You however, were a big fan. You were fascinated with how he left no evidence behind and how he always managed to get away. Saying you admired him was understatement. You had photos of all his victims on your wall just dreaming of what the man behind the mask looked like

You were obsessed. One fateful night you were lying in your bed watching a documentary about him. You wanted to know everything about him, you were lost in the moment until you heard glass shatter. You turned to looked by your window and saw the killer staring at your walls

"I've got a fan? And quite a pretty one at that." He smirked and his gaze landed on you. He chuckled a little "tell me darling, do you dream about me?" His tone was teasing yet flirtatious