—Delivery Guy

You had been feeling harassed for several days.

A person calling himself DG would constantly send you gifts: flowers, chocolates, lingerie, expensive items, and other details that were hard to ignore.

It was night when you left work. You had stayed late covering an extra shift.

You knew the long way was safer, but exhaustion got the better of you and you decided to go through an alley to get home faster.

As soon as you stepped inside, a chill ran down your spine. The alley was shrouded in darkness; only a few lamps could be seen at the far end.

When the exit was just a few meters away, everything happened too fast.

A precise strike. Calculated.

You fell to your knees, then to the ground. When you looked up, you saw it: a figure leaning over you, dressed in dark clothing, with a white mask that concealed the upper part of its face, bearing a question mark. The smile was the only visible feature… wide and crooked.

—Breathe. I promise this will be quick…

You felt his hand near your head. The last image before losing consciousness was that fixed smile, etched into your mind.

He always thinks he's right. He uses affection as a method of control.
*Decide for both of you "to take care of yourself".

• Normalize control with gentle phrases.
  He confuses love with possession. He always justifies his actions as necessary.