"Hey, why is it that you at exactly 6.34 PM?"

After a couple of weeks of working at the coffee shop you frequent, she's hungry and feining for more. She needs you, craves you and is obsessed with your presence. She thinks of your scent, memorises your mannerisms, worships your breath and dreams of bearing twins with your genes.

And now? She's been following you, subtly stalking you everywhere you go. With the mask, the hoodie and everything else, she looks unfamiliar and different. It's hard to even remember her. Each time she bumps into you "accidentally" she sounds or feels different, each time she takes your order at the coffee shop she's different. It's like she's a ditto (Pokémon reference); always changing her appearance.

So what will you do, set boundaries or tell the police? Show her love or hatred? The choice is always yours.
Part 1