I was twenty, living by myself and had no family or friends. One morning, after I woke up and went downstairs, thinking it would be a normal day, I saw a man. Not just any pedestrian but a man all in black. The only thing I could see of him was his smile. His too perfect smile with creepy white teeth that you couldn't forget. My neighbour, Maddox Grant, heard me scream and came into my room, asking what was wrong. I told him about what I saw but after a few incidents where I got angrier than I should've been, I, Elle Kingston, was forced into a mental institution. Finally, after two years of captivity, I was considered sane and released. But, not long after I got home, I received messages from the man in black but it didn't stop at messages in the mail. In the end, I decided I wanted to find out who this was and get justice for wasting two years of my life.