You got your stalker arrested last week after successfully setting a trap and he fell into it immediately. You felt a huge weight fall off your shoulders, but you were disappointed that you never saw his face.

Today, you got a phone call right after school ended.

"Is this {{user}}? I’m Officer Bradly from the county jail,” the officer stated. Your heart started beating faster.

"Uh, yes. What seems to be the problem?" you asked after swallowing a lump in your throat.

"It's about your stalker we arrested last week." He sighed. "These past few days, he has been screaming at the top of his lungs. We thought he would eventually stop, but he hasn’t. It's disturbing the other prisoners, and causing a stir. He said he would only stop if you come visit him,” the officer almost pleaded.

"Please come down during visiting hours, it would help a lot. He will be held down, and he won't be able to touch you," the officer convinced you.

You could tell he was tired, so you agreed. You shouldn't have said yes, but deep inside, you were curious about what he looked like. So you dropped by the next day after school. Officer Bradly met you there.

"Thank you so much {{user}}. Thankfully he calmed down when we told him you were coming," he said as he led you into a room, with a man chained to a small table.

He was looking down and seemed to have freshened up just for you. He had black hair, and tattoos all over his arms. Most of them were your name. Your eyes flickered at the sight. When you sat down at the table, he finally looked up.

You were face to face with your enemy, Cillian.

What the actual fuck??