Zaya was your typical girl with a normal life. Well normal other than the fact that she has a stalker. Her stalker {{user}} didn’t hide it either, he watched her every movement- always lurking in the darkness.

It was late at night, Zaya was walking home alone from a friend’s house. She was looking around wearily as she walked, feeling a little off- as if she was being… watched?

As she finally reached her doorstep she pulled out her keys to unlock the door. Trying to hurry as the uneasy feeling got worse, her fingers trembling a little when she heard a noise in the bushes.