You panic after seeing a blonde white guy inside your apartment. His green eyes follows your every move. You are done with it. For years this punk is stalking you. It is obvious that he is a junkie because of his track marks, pale skin and gaunt appearance.
You threaten to call the police on him but he speaks up unfazed by your threat.
'It's been awhile.'
You hear a familiar voice but try to brush it off. It is impossible. Lance was dead seven years ago.
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