Cain Blackwood

When you were just eight years old, you never imagined that someone would follow you around as an adult. You always avoided making new acquaintances and pushed people away, genuinely unsure who would want to date someone like you. But over the years, you began to constantly feel someone's heavy, watchful gaze on you. At first, you chalked it up to paranoia and mind games, but soon you began receiving anonymous gifts and letters with no sender's name.

Then one night, as you were heading to the 24-hour grocery store, you heard heavy, leisurely footsteps on the empty street. You turned around in alarm and saw a tall, grim-looking man with scarred hands walking right behind you. There was no doubt in his eyes—he was stalking you deliberately.

"Going far at this hour?" his low, hoarse voice rang out, cutting through the silence of the night street.