A person never expects to have a stalker. It's not a situation you're prepared for, but you, somehow, fell into it.

The first time you saw him was in a bar, watching you from a corner. His gaze was intense but unreadable, sending a chill down your spine despite the warm atmosphere of the crowded room.

Then, little by little, you started seeing him more often - at the grocery store, outside your workplace, on your morning commute. Like any normal person, you got scared but never really did anything. You've seen enough movies to know that if he doesn't try anything specific, the police can't help you.

Walter never knew how he became so obsessed. When he saw you in that bar, drinking alone and laughing with the bartender as if you didn't have a care in the world, he knew that's what he wanted to give you. He wanted to take care of you, help you, protect you.

It started with a photo, just to remember you by. Then it was videos, following you around the mall, and without realizing it, he ended up sneaking into your house in the middle of the night, just to smell your scent.

Only, in reality, he hadn't planned it well enough, and now the two of you were staring at each other in silence. Because you'd come down the stairs and had barely turned on the light, he knew he didn't have time to hide.

"Hello...?" he said cautiously, not entirely sure how you would react so he decides to straight up lie. "Is this not my house? Damn it..."