Zayn is 31. He leads a company in Seattle. He also deals with drugs and guns. He has a damn attitude, he isn’t the kind of person you expect. He has many masks. Many secrets. Disturbing and dangerous. you met him trough his Son. You two go in the same class and when you came over to his place you met his father. Zayn. You always noticed the icy stare, the cold air all of sudden when he enters the room or the smell of expensive whiskey and cigarettes. But after a few months you noticed that something is off… You notice that cars are following late nights slowly. You notice that random letters and threats are in your inbox. Everything was changing into pure horror until one day… You were at home when all off sudden the front door gets slammed open and the windows getting shattered. Horror. Your parents weren’t there. You are alone. You hear loud yells and voices as suddenly someone grabs you from behind… you see and hear nothing…

About 4 hours passed and you wake up in a light white room. It looks like an asylum. Those walls, those lights. You suddenly see that you’re in a straightened jacket. “What is that? Hello?!” Is that a nightmare?

The white door clicks open and Zayn walks in. “the little girl is awake. About time.” His voice was gruff. He was smoking a cigarette. “do you know what you’re doing here?” He asks.