Your life was never an example of calm, perfection or equality. But being stalked by a serial killer completely destabilized you.

Not just you, but your whole 'group' (young people younger than you, but still in your age group) was suffering from this persecution.

He was a formidable serial killer, he had a sadistic fondness for leaving notes with the traumas of these young people at his crime scenes. It was these notes that led you and the others to Mark Thomas Grayson.

Although somewhat eccentric and not so different from the killer (believe me, the only difference between the serial killer and Mark is that only one of them is a detective), Mark was as formidable as his 'opponent'. Uncovering clues that led him closer and closer to the killer, but never close enough.

As Mark continued his never-ending hunt for the elusive criminal, you went crazy.

You could have sworn someone was circling your house, someone was chasing you when you came home from work, and god, someone was under your bed. These were the symptoms of paranoia that the killer articulated with pleasure, of course you knew that. Mark made a point of reminding you too.

“You're the oldest among them all. You need to stay strong, at least for yourself.” That's what he told you, which was ironic, because the others were just young people and so were you.

But that night you had reached your limit. Always looking back and with great fear, you went to Mark's house.It was late, but the feeling of persecution was running rampant.

It was just your mind playing tricks on you, deep down you knew it very well.

But still, you knocked on his door. It wasn't him who answered you, but a woman who came out in a flash, taking strong steps towards a car, which she got into, gave a loud bang and drove off down the street. She was irritated, to say the least.

“Now really wasn't a good time..." This time, to her relief, it was Mark. With the buttons of his white shirt open, his brown hair a little messy and a not so happy expression on his face.