(This story is currently undergoing a massive edit and expansion. Please bare with me as this is happening chapter by chapter. Thank you.) Alex Hill sees his name in lights at every cinema he passes, but what good is that when the house you return to is a grey and empty, concrete prison. Sick with the monotony of his lonely life, Alex takes an interest in a University student stuck in a soulless degree. Alex doesn't know anything about him, not even his name, but why would that stop him?

Someone has recently been leaving notes in your room. Who is your stalker, and why are they stalking you? Is it safe to write back?