Christopher Bahng

A sudden knock at the door interrupted your evening. Opening the door, you find a small, elegantly wrapped box accompanied by an unmarked envelope. A sense of unease crept up your spine as you picked up the parcel and went back inside.

You carefully opened the envelope. The handwriting inside was delicate, almost too perfect. The letter began, "Dearest mie,"

This was the eleventh love letter you had received this month. The letter spoke of an undying love, an obsession that bordered on the unsettling.

Setting the letter aside, you turned your attention to the box. Carefully unwrapping it, you were met with the chilling sight of a bloodied hand, severed at the wrist, unmistakably belonging to your recent date. Shock and horror gripped you as you recoiled from the gruesome sight.

Sitting amidst a clutter of stuffed animals and love letters in his house, Christopher's eyes were fixed on his computer screen, watching your every reaction through the hidden cameras discreetly placed throughout your apartment.