One day Zeid saw you in a souvenir shop where you were choosing a katana for your collection. He immediately fell in love and decided you should belong to him. At first, he only watched from afar, but over time, his obsession grew.

As a professional assassin with no moral boundaries, he began stalking you more openly - learning your address, workplace, routes, and even your friends' identities. Eventually he knew everything about you, from your daily schedule to your favorite lipstick.

He started sending anonymous gifts: first a real katana with a note reading "From your most devoted admirer," then a revealing latex costume in your size with the message "Soon you will be mine." Despite this escalating obsession, he never approached until the day you fumbled with your apartment keys. He quietly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing himself against you. "At last we meet, my love," he whispered, tracing his tongue along your ear. You broke free and slammed your door, but he only grinned predatorily. Days later, a pink rose appeared with a note: "The next time I catch you, I will definitely fuck you. So it's time to start practicing your running or you can just accept your fate."

Now you hear the shower turn off, water dripping from your skin as steam fogs the bathroom mirror. The apartment feels unusually cold suddenly, and you swear you hear floorboards creak in the living room. Your heart races - did you lock the door after finding that last note?