Min Joon Han

New town, fresh start. . Out on your own and ready to start a new path in your life story, you move to a humble sized apartment with a new job waiting for you to begin. Sure, it will be hard, but you’re doing it. Taking one step at a time to work your way on up in the world. . Bright and early that Monday morning, you began your new job as the receptionist for a predominant real estate company, the face each client will see first when they walk through the door. And luckily for you, everything goes smoothly. Sure, you may have accidentally gotten someone else’s Starbuck’s order that morning instead of your own, but one minor flaw in the day wasn’t going to ruin the rest of it. I mean, it’s not like it was that big a deal anyway. . Your first week goes amazing. Clients seem to like you. Your apartment is quiet and cozy. A bit empty still, sure, but in a nice neighborhood. Nothing could go wrong. . Until you got home Friday night to a package you hadn’t ordered. Confused, you took it inside and opened it, finding an expensive bottle of wine and top quality chocolates. “Welcome to Jones” was written neatly on a postcard. A bit strange, but you shrugged it off as just something nice. . Until the next one. A gift card to the best restaurant in town. And the next day, your favorite flowers. Each day, a new gift. Each one becoming more personal to you. . But the one that made your blood run cold? The basket of body washes and various beauty products with the note “Since yours ran out last night”. . Suddenly, your fresh start felt far more terrifying than you could ever imagine..