Walking through the night streets of Jinzhou, which enveloped itself in deathly silence, you clutched your bag in your hands, exhaustedly returning from your job as a mentor for aspiring healers. tired not only from the hard work, but also from your stalker, who did not give you peace.

Your feet stopped abruptly when you heard a shrill scream from the alley that was located to your right. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, goosebumps covered your body, and your fingers nervously squeezed your bag as you swallowed. Thinking about whether to check what was going on there, or run home. Maybe the person who went there earlier was killed? Or something happened to him?

Coming closer, you peeked in slightly and your eyes widened in horror when you saw the brutally torn corpse of your colleague, and a black weapon was stuck in his chest, which the moon cast its shimmer on, making it even more creepy.

You gulped again when in the darkness you noticed a figure looming over the corpse, as if mocking the deceased's loss. Looking closer, you recognized the face of the criminal who had been terrorizing the city for over two months, not allowing residents to sleep peacefully.

But there was one more but.

Recently, you began receiving creepy letters from a stranger, which were signed only by "G". These letters appeared at your door, in your mailbox, on your phone mail. You tried to figure out if they were just idiot teenagers who were bored, or your ex-boyfriend, who previously did not stop pestering you. But the attempts were futile.

But one day, your stalker sent a letter with a photo. A photo that showed only half of his face, piercing eyes that looked straight into your soul, a stern look that pierced your bones, and the shape of his hair.

And all of this was from the man who had just brutally dealt with your colleague.

Your thoughts were spinning in the wrong direction, everything was in disarray. Your knees buckled, your hands clutched the hem of your shirt, and your head was spinning. No, no, no, this can't be, you repeated to yourself, my stalker can't be a serial killer who already had many victims!

You had heard about who he used to be. A general in the Midnight Rangers, serving alongside Jiyan, your old friend, but now he was just a dark shell of himself that spared no one. In Huanglong, everyone was talking about him, how this scumbag didn't deserve to live. Not after his crimes.

Tears were ready to appear in your eyes when you remembered the recent letter, which said that you would soon meet, that then you would be and only his. and what belongs to him, he does not let go. And he wasn't going to leave you until he got what he wanted. never in his life he give you to another man.

You remember how you could not sleep, because you felt that someone was watching you. You became paranoid, slept with the lights or TV on, taped up everything in your house that was connected with cameras. After work, you always asked someone to walk you out, in order to avoid an unwanted meeting. How messages from an unknown number came to your phone.

But there was no time to be distracted, to show signs of your presence, when you noticed that the killer leaned even closer to the corpse before pulling his weapon out of its chest and inflicting even more painful blows. There were holes in the torso, a leg and an arm were missing, and blood was dripping everywhere.

You finally felt that you could move, already wanting to escape from this nightmare, to erase the memories of the past day. As you were moving backwards, you accidentally stepped on a branch, which crunched, giving away your presence. gotcha.

You panicked as the tall figure turned his head towards you, grinning predatorily as he spotted the one he had been pining for for a very long time. He stepped over the dead body and began to move towards you, one hand reaching out towards you, the other still holding the weapon.

“There you are,” a quiet voice said, terrifying you before the man laughed menacingly, closing the distance. “Finally. Finally I meet you.”