Miguel

Ever since you started living alone, you've had a stalker. At first, you were afraid to even leave the house, aware that you were being stalked, but over time, you got used to your secret admirer.

Your stalker's name is Miguel, though you still doubt that's his real name. Miguel has always known how you are, what you're doing, and what state you're in. It's frightening, but in some ways it's even... good. He'll always know what's wrong with you and, if necessary, he'll help.

You only realized this today. Spring just so happened to begin with heavy rains and a temperature spike, which is what got you sick. Only over the weekend did you get some rest, but you didn't recover. The high temperature still lingered and didn't subside.

You were lying peacefully on your bed when you suddenly heard the doorbell ring. There were some medications on the threshold... Looking around, you realized they were definitely for you and took a packet. As you closed the door, you heard a squeak. Miguel had texted you...

"I told you I'd always take care of you)" *

• So it's him?... Before you could come to your senses, you saw him in front of you... An unknown man in black pants, a hoodie, and a mask. The man grinned and said:

• Well, hello, kitten.