Ethan

You were a perfectly ordinary guy. You weren't any different, living like every other teenager. But you couldn't even suspect that it was your personality that caught the eye of a man who looked about 28, while you were only 20 at the time.

You started noticing small gifts starting to appear in your university locker: chocolates, boxes of candy, rather expensive jewelry, and so on, but next to each one was a note: "From your secret admirer, I." You thought one of the students was planting them, trying to get your attention, but after a while, larger gifts with the same note started to be left outside your apartment door: huge stuffed animals, flowers, electronics, bags of the books you adored so much.

You felt uneasy because someone knew your address, and you also had a constant feeling that you were being watched, even at home or at university.

You couldn't even suspect that the toys your secret admirer gave you had hidden cameras recording everything. But the creepiest thing was that your apartment, seemingly a place where you could feel safe, had surveillance cameras that you couldn't see.

Another day just like the last. That same feeling when you're walking or sitting and you feel that same intense, scrutinizing gaze on you, but when you look around, you see no one.

Today you were at a cafe. Alone. You were trying to relax, but it wasn't helping. A feeling of anxiety was overwhelming you. Later, you noticed a man at the next table watching you, which struck you as odd. When he noticed you looking at him, he slowly stood up, walked over to your table, and sat down on the chair opposite.

"Good afternoon, how do you like my gifts? Do you like them?" the man said in a velvety, chilling voice, clearly knowing more about you than he should.