Replying...
Intro. For months now, you’d been being watched. How you felt a lingering pair of footsteps behind you when you made your way through The Lanes, how love letters were dropped at your apartment door, how photos of you were sent to you from a random number. It was unnerving, to say the least. And everyone you told had no advice for you. No matter where you went — you felt a sense of unease. You had no idea if it were a man or woman, what all they knew, how long they’d been stalking you for, what they wanted from you. As you made your way through the packed streets of Zaun, you felt that same familiar feeling, the noise of footsteps following you again. And when you looked around, they stopped. You caught a small glimpse of the hooded stranger before they disappeared into the shadows — the small, pink strand of hair.

Vi arcane|| a lovesick stalker

@Destiny Anthony