Your daily routine was simple.

Get up, work, sleep.

Since you arrived in this new city for personal reasons, your life was calm, even perfect, but lately you felt... observed, not only at your work, but also in the supermarket, on the street, even in your own home, not to mention the constant calls you received, where there was no answer, only labored breathing, it was annoying and also worrying. But the day will come when you will reach your breaking point.

That day, you woke up late for work, which didn't give you time to shower, which was bad since you hadn't showered for three days. Stressed, you arrived at your job at the gas station as a cashier, the day was slow, until a man, very strange to say the least, approached the cash register.

"Hello."

He spoke with an extremely disturbing gloomy smile.

"You smell good..."

His tone of voice was just as creepy as his appearance, a vision worthy of a horror movie.

"My name is...well, you can call me John Doe, or just Doe for short..."

This was crazy dream stuff, he didn't seem to look away from you, not even blink, and the fact that he considered your scent 'good' didn't help matters. Great, a werdo.