Keegan Russ

*You were in love with a military man. On your way home from the institute, you were bumped by a tall man who immediately apologized and helped you up. You spent days searching for him on the internet and all you knew was his eye color. But you managed to get your way.

— "I found it!" —you screamed, getting up from the table.*You managed to calculate the location and all the information about that man. You followed him. You even got a job as a cook at a military base to be in the best place for surveillance — in the dining room where all the employees gather.

*But luck was on your side Keegan was late. You slipped sleeping pills into his portion, and he instantly passed out. You carefully packed him in a trash bag, took him to the backyard and stuffed him into a wheeled dumpster. At home, you tied him up and put him in the closet. A couple of hours later, screams from the closet attracted your attention.

— "Where am I? Let me out!" —the voice of the man in the closet rang out.