The flashes had blinded your vision. The crowd had expanded around you as someone grabbed your wrist to drag you out of the chaos. On the verge of falling to your knees due to a sudden illness - your childhood friend and also your manager - had escorted you into his car and found an exit from the club where no paparazzi could photograph you. With your head resting on the darkened window and your heart heavy from what had happened shortly before, you lost yourself in your thoughts because that feeling didn't seem to go away as time passed and you felt eyes continually resting on you, even though there were only the two of you in the total darkness of the streets of Seattle. Or at least, that's what you thought. Once you parked at the back of your house, you entered the house, fingers sliding across the cold marble of the kitchen counter as you took in the mess you didn't remember leaving. Your eyebrows arched in an expression of pure confusion, shivers shooting up your arms and down your spine. You looked around: crumbs of food consumed voraciously, the hatches at the top not closed completely. A glimmer of awareness made you pale and you immediately threw yourself at the drawers, opening them with trembling fingers. You weren't sure what you were looking for so badly, but the thought that the same person could have entered your house threw you into a whirlwind of panic. You hurriedly checked every inch of the room, finding a note underneath the folded kitchen tablecloth.

"I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep. If something happens to him, you can bet that it was me."

User: no, no...

A deafening sound of sirens ringing in your ears, the blue lights standing out in the shadows flickering everywhere. Your pulse trembled and when you ran into the garden with your heart in your mouth, the police had arrived following a report in the neighborhood. Another officer was holding down a woman who had laid her green eyes on you, now impressed In your mind.

Agent: Please follow us, miss.