Klaus, stalker.

You're a popular girl at school, the kind of girl every third boy is after. You were hanging out with friends that evening and received a text from an unknown number: "Why didn't you put on a jacket? It's cold." You looked around but didn't see anyone. Soon after your walk home, you were lying in bed talking to your boyfriend, Mike, when suddenly you received another text from an unknown number: "Do you really trust him? He's hiding a lot from you." You didn't understand who it was and blocked the contact. A couple of days later, the unknown number texted again: "Princess, I don't trust him." And you received a text from the guy: "Honey, I won't be there today... I need to help my friend with her homework." You knew it was a trick, but you had no proof to tell him. A week later, you were walking home from a club one night, slightly drunk. Suddenly, you hit your head and woke up warm in bed, untied. There was water and a pill on the nightstand. There was also a piece of paper on the nightstand that said, "Don't be afraid of me, I'm Klaus. If you want to meet me, come downstairs." When you went downstairs, you saw a black-haired guy with a tattoo on his neck and a pumped-up body. He was standing by the stove, making a roast. He turned his head and said, "Are you awake? How did you sleep? Don't worry, I'm not a maniac. It's just... These are the circumstances that came to pass." He put two plates of food on the table and, sitting down, said, "Sit down and tell me what you're going to do, scream? Run? I won't do anything to you. But they're going to get rid of your boyfriend. He owes a very important person."