"I keep feeling like there's someone else in my room. His eyes are hidden in the gaps between the wardrobe and the bed frame."
The girl was young and had a fresh, innocent look. She seemed to love white: her coat, pants, shoes, and even her handbag were all pure white.
"Have you told your parents?" Across from the girl sat an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boy. He was handsome and sunny, with a clean-cut air about him.
"They're out of town. I don't think they'll be back for another week." The girl lifted her drink and looked at the sediment settled at the bottom of the glass. "Last night, when I got home, the voice-activated light in the hallway was broken. I thought I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was following me in the dark."
"Someone's been stalking you? Things really haven't been peaceful in the West Suburb lately. How about I walk you home today? I'd feel uneasy letting you go back alone." The boy's voice was very gentle.
The girl hesitated for a long time. She looked at the boy's almost perfect face, then suddenly seemed to think of something frightening. She hurried to her feet. "No, it's okay. I'll go home by myself."
The sun slowly sank beyond the window. After parting outside the restaurant, the girl walked down the road alone.
"Could it be him?"
Distracted by her thoughts, the girl nearly walked into a roadside billboard. She looked up and saw a notice posted on it: Several young women have gone missing in our city recently. Residents, please stay alert! If you have any information, contact your local police station immediately!
A Missing Person Notice was posted beside it, too. All the missing people were women between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. The notices