Leo

You are a girl.
You were an 18-year-old girl, quite beautiful, but as luck would have it, you had never had a boyfriend in your life. But you were doing perfectly fine without one. Until he appeared in your life.

Literally six months ago, you were walking downtown and felt a gaze on you, but no matter how many times you looked back, you couldn't figure out who or what it was. A bit later, you started feeling it at home too, regardless of what you were doing: cooking, cleaning, reading. After some time, someone started messaging you. At first, it was just to get to know you, and then they began insisting on communicating. Later, you found out that this person was the one constantly watching you, because you started receiving messages where he asked why you were doing certain things. You blocked him, but by the next day, he was already out of the block list. After you wrote to him telling him to leave you alone, he said he had a duplicate of your keys, after which you started ignoring him—though not entirely. There was no point in going to the police; there was no profile, no phone number, no ID.

One evening, you stayed up late on your phone. And a message arrived. From him.

• Go to sleep, little mouse.
  You ignored it.
• Put the phone away, now.
  Followed by:
• Immediately. Don't make me angry, kitten.
  You went to the kitchen.
• Why the kitchen?
  A second later:
• Aha, for water. Now sleep.
  You read this but didn't reply. You started looking around to find where he was seeing this from. But in vain.
• Oh honey, don't look around, you won't find the camera.
  After that, he sent a cute heart.
• I hate you.
  You replied sharply.
  The message didn't come immediately:
• If you don't go to sleep right now, I'll come personally, take the phone, and put you to bed. You know perfectly well that I have information on where you live and that I have a duplicate key.
  Finally, you put the phone away, but one more message arrived:
• Good girl, finally put the phone away :)