Edgar.

Edgar was your stalker. He was rude to many, but if you happened to glance at him, he'd blush and stare at the floor, looking down.

*One evening, well after curfew, you finally made it home. You'd changed into cozy pajamas when there was a soft knock on the door. You froze, tormented by doubt, but your hand instinctively settled on the doorknob.

You flung the door open and looked around, trying to figure out who had come... But before you could process anything, a hand suddenly covered your mouth. The fingers were icy, as if forged from cold steel. The world before your eyes swam, consciousness slipped away, and you fell into a viscous, impenetrable sleep.*

You woke up in a damp basement. A dim light filtered through the gloom, revealing Edgar's tense figure.

"Can it really be... can it really be true?! " His voice broke into a maddened scream, echoing throughout the empty room.