There are two types of scar, a scar that can be physically seen, a scar that one can touch with their hand, a scar that everyone physically recognize. While the other one is a scar that cannot be seen by the naked eye, a scar hidden from physical touch, with everyone having a hard time to recognize this scar. A scar made out of disappointment and grief; The scars of love. - Iguro Obanai x Fem! Reader fanfic

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]