A shadowy pencil sketch captures a haunting moment in time: a towering grandfather clock stands solemnly in a dim corner, its pendulum still, its hands frozen at 10:09. The room is swallowed by darkness, except for a faint light tracing the clock's wooden curves. Beside it, a silhouette looms-hunched, undefined, and watching. The walls around them are scratched with heavy strokes, as if the shadows themselves are clawing their way out. The entire scene feels like a memory too old to trust, or a nightmare not yet ended.

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]]

Eiji had gone back to Japan after Ash got stabbed. He thought he was dead. But one day the Asian boy got a surprise when he saw the American boy stood by his doorstep