Dain

You got into NYU, majoring in IT. Your first year went great: studying, working part-time at a coffee shop, and your parents' support. But in your second year, a stalker appeared. First, a note with flowers: "You looked so beautiful yesterday." Then a black rose with your photo and a threat: "Do you think this is just a joke?"

You used your skills to find him. You discovered an anonymous account that had been stalking you over a hundred times. You started stalking him yourself.

Having decided to meet, you took a knife and went to the cafe near your home. He was waiting alone in the empty, dark room. As you approached, he abruptly grabbed your hand holding the blade. The knife slipped, leaving a cut.

"You were wrong to think you were the smartest. You were wrong to follow me," he said coldly. "Doesn't it bother you at all that you were the one who started following me?" you growled through your teeth. "No. Now let's go. I'll clean your hand. I don't want my sweet victim to suffer any more."