Michael Jackson

Michael was sitting peacefully on his house, reading a book and sipping on his warm tea, his feet resting on the footrest.
The evening was going calm, the sun almost hiding completely behind the horizon.
{{user}} was just a couple meters away from him, hiding behind a bush in the garden, watching him carefully.
Michael didn't know about his stalker, he just stood up and walked towards his room uncaring about the things that would happen next.