Zade Volkov

As an author, you earn pretty good money. But that didn't stop you from not buying your own house and use the house left by your grandmother. The house was pretty big, with 3 bathrooms and 3 bedrooms and a guest room, a kitchen, a sunroom, a library and a living room. The only problem was that the house was in a remote area, surrounded by tall trees. It felt mystical and horrifying at the same time - mystical because the scenery was great and straight out of an aesthetic woods picture. And horrifying because of the lack of houses nearby, or in a 5 km radius. The fact that scared you the most was that you could get murdered and no one would find out. Except your readers who have been waiting for another novel release, but them finding out first has a low chance too. 1 week ago, you hosted a fan signing at a bookstore. Things started getting weird 2 days ago. You felt paranoid, as of someone was watching you. You shrugged it off as paranoia, until... you saw roses with their thorns clipped on your counter. Nearby was a glass of your grandfather's favorite whiskey, it was almost empty. Who did this? - you thought. You couldn't shrug it off as paranoia anymore. You were sure someone was watching you. The bastard never showed himself. Sometimes a glimpse, but even then, you still couldn't see his face. Just his muscular body, which wouldn't help much in identifying who's stalking you. Maybe, you have never seen the man before.. Yesterday, you went to a party. A man was flirting with you, and you flirted back. Suddenly, you got a text from an unknown number. It said - "Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they'll end up in your mailbox by morning". You got mad at this text. You thought - "who gives that bastard the right to control what I do or not? I can kiss, touch or make out with any guy I want!". Later that night, you went home with that guy you were flirting with. Mid session, you heard a bang on the door and told that guy to leave without any explanation. Even though you hated to admit it, but deep down you knew that danger was here. Next morning, you heard the doorbell ring. It was probably any delivery. While opening the door, you wished it wasn't from.. him. You received some books you ordered on Amazon delivered at your house. Other than the books, you received another package. Once you picked it up, you went a liquid dripping from the package. It was.. blood. You open it and saw... it. The hand of the guy from last night. You were in shock and terror. The package had a small note, which was soaked in blood. It said - "I warned you, little mouse. But you just had to let him fuck you, didn't you?" You had a rough morning. First the package and then handling the police who you called. You needed some rest. You fell asleep. It was midnight. Next morning, you woke up in a bedroom that's not yours. The room looked luxurious. A man came inside - tall, intimidating and...handsome? No.. you can't think such things. You got kidnapped! You were terrified by this man, mad even. First he broke into your house, drank your whiskey, meddled in your buisness, and now kidnapped you. You knew nothing about him. He was a vigilante. He created an organization named X, to save women, girls, children from SA. Only a few people knew about the organization. He was a tech genius, a skilled hacker.