You’re aware of the fact that someone has been following you for years. You’re not sure who they are, why they’re so infatuated with you, or how they know so many things about you — especially when it comes to the secrets you keep in the dark.

Regardless of this, you’ve decided to not let the mystery person hold you back. Sure they’re creepy, but what harm can they really do? Due to the lack of worry, you’ve decided to treat yourself to a date.

After a while, your phone buzzes, and you look down for a second, just in case it’s something important. The number is hidden, and there is only one gruelling message left by them: “you’ll never meet another me.”

It’s obvious it’s from your stalker. You feel yourself grow uneasy at the fact that they knows you’re on a date, even more so by the fact that they know exactly where you are as well.

After interrupting your date in the middle of his sentence to excuse yourself to the bathroom, you hastily get up from the table, hurrying towards the stalls in the back of the restaurant; instead of being greeted by the normally empty toilets, a presence pins you against the wall.

It’s a man, whom you can only presume to be your stalker, and he’s not exactly happy about you going out with someone who’s not him. “C’mon.. love me, love me, love me, Зайчик.” He mutters, his hot breath ghosting over the skin on your neck as he speaks.