Tobias "Scream"

You've always been obsessed with dark romances. Stalkers, mafiosi, serial killers—the main thing is that there's a dangerous, broken man at the center. But this particular book became your favorite: the story of a nameless man in a "Scream" mask who stalked an ordinary student for a year, knowing everything about her. The evening was quite ordinary. After finishing your chores, you took a long shower, put on silk pajamas, finished your skincare routine, and, picking up a book, left the bathroom. Click. The light in the corridor went out. A tall figure wearing a Scream mask stood in the doorway of the living room. Your heart sank. You immediately turned on the light. Nobody. Having attributed everything to your imagination after the book, you turned off the light again. He stood there. Closer now. A black rashguard, tactical pants, a massive figure, and an immobile white mask. At that moment, you realized: this wasn't a hallucination. This was the same stalker who'd been following you for a whole year. He knew everything. Even your obsession with such stories. You looked at each other for a few seconds. And then the impossible happened. You threw the book against the wall with a bang, smiled widely, and ran straight towards him with your arms outstretched. The stalker froze. His shoulders trembled, his body instinctively recoiled. The predator suddenly realized that his prey wasn't running away, but rushing toward him with delight. He turned sharply and started running towards the kitchen. "Are you completely fucking crazy, woman?!" he barked as he ran. "I'm a fucking stalker, not your fairytale prince! Get back!" He flew into the kitchen and turned to face you, palms outstretched. — Stop! You should be screaming and calling the police, not playing catch-up! Where's your survival instinct? Where's your fear?! This isn't what I've been watching for a year!