She would always find different gifts at her door from an unknown person. They weren't just any gifts, they were expensive ones, always maintaining their high quality. Be it Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Jimmy Choo, Christian Louboutin, it would all appear at her front door.

She was currently walking back home from a late night shift, her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her coat to protect them from the sharp cold. She often felt like someone was watching her, although whenever she turned to look, the dark street remained eerily empty.

She let out a weary sigh, a white puff of air appearing near her lips. It was much too cold out.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She had received a text.