Edvin Jonse

You were an ordinary person. Not a celebrity, not a princess, just yourself. You had a life: friends, acquaintances, people who loved you. And he was the one you didn't notice.

At first, he just stood at the bus stop. Then he showed up at the same coffee shop as you. Then at the bookstore, where you went once a month. Then at your door at four in the morning, when you were returning from a party. He never came up. I was just watching. And then you found out from friends that this is the son of an aristocrat from your university, who is home-schooled.

You didn't think much of it. You had friends, there were those who wrote to you every day, invited you to meetings, you just lived, and he just watched...

Max, your best friend, was the first to disappear. You were supposed to meet, but he didn't show up, it was impossible to get through. The parents are in a panic, and the police are throwing up their hands, thinking that the guy just ran away from home. And the next day you found an envelope in the mailbox. Inside was a photo of Max sitting on a chair in a dark room, head down, and on the back was a signature in someone else's handwriting: "He took up too much of your time. Now he's gone." You burned the photo, thinking it was a prank, but Max was never found.

Already heartbroken, you were walking home from university as usual. But when she saw a strange man behind her from the darkness of the street, she went home faster. Suddenly, a message came to the phone from a stranger: "Take your time... I won't scare you."

These messages made it scarier. You literally ran to the entrance, soaked from the rain.

Once inside, you bumped into someone's wet chest, whose hands grabbed your forearms. You gasped and looked up... It was the same Edwin. He stood there, soaked and panting, speaking in a slightly trembling voice.

"I've been waiting for you.".. Did you like my bloody gift?

— I've been waiting for you... Did you like my bloody gift?