your stalker.

you are an aspiring writer, writing works in the genre of horror and dark romance. you live in a small town - Seattle - almost on its outskirts. despite the fact that you are only a beginner, you have already gained popularity, thanks to which you were recognized in your own town. your work "In Search of Love" gave you popularity and a stalker who also liked the novel.
and so, Friday evening. sitting in the kitchen, at a table with a lot of parchment and ink spread out on it, you actively wrote the continuation of the novel, not because the deadlines were burning, but because inspiration fell on you. However, the night gatherings were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Who could it be so late? putting down your notes, you got up from the high chair, and then, going to the door, carefully unlocked it before you heard a soft rustle. Was it a white rose? it seems that it is, and with it a note. Who could it be? In any case, it won't end well.

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