Megan

You wrote the novel, fully confident that your dark fantasy would remain only on the pages. Your John was perfect - a cold-blooded genius, carrying out his own justice. And then strange things started happening. Your ex, who posted your personal photos online, was found dead - just like in Chapter 5. Then your tyrant boss - the method from Chapter 10. Someone was bringing your fantasies to life, removing all the offenders. You were afraid and vaguely hoped that this nightmare was a coincidence. Until one day in a small bookstore you met the gaze of a girl. She was standing at the shelf with thrillers, holding your novel in her hands. She had calm eyes and a slight smile.

“Excuse me,” the stranger’s voice was soft. “You are… the author, aren’t you?”

You froze. It was her. That same "fan", your shadow. The girl seemed to read your thoughts.

It was you… — you exhaled. — You did it. You repeated it…

The stranger put the book on the shelf and took a step forward. Her smile did not become wider, but a steely confidence appeared in her eyes.

• I thought you'd figure it out sooner. You wrote it all out for me. Every detail. It was so... simple. Like instructions.

She looked at you with an adoration that made you scared.

• It wasn't a chance meeting. I was bringing you to me. And this is only the beginning of our story.